There’s no hope,
For bastards like me.
Dwelling in darkness,
Our only safe havens.
Depression calls us towards death,
Like a will o’ wisp.
Blue flame,
Drifting in ebbs,
& flows.
Surging in cacophonies,
Conjured by anxiety disorders.
Missing pieces –
Lust,
Executive function.
Missing Pieces – Lust, Executive Function.
