2025, July 17th

IN SOMBER 

Apathy helped me in a manner
that I did not notice at the time
Melancholy and compulsivity arrived
Drowning in sorrow, still cannot cry

The pen and the paper 
I cannot bring myself to write
Ashamed of my handwriting 
Right now, testing my capacity

Running on chemicals 
Lost, unknown potential 
The crisis: existential 
Amphetamines: essential

In Somber
Death as the main sentiment
Addiction. Buried. Cemented.
The craving shall never be over