"I am an immortal eternally in love with a dead soul." -Nate

Depression

I quietly weep regained mass my dry tears.
In my unseeing eyes.
The fluids in I clamp down my body my lids,
No longer able forcing myself to support to ignore my leaking orbs.
The descent of scorching sands my tears.
Sting my flesh though my mind as the time wanders aimlessly lazily shuffles through the horribly negative along aspects of my existence, teasing me a single thought and my view sticks to my concentration that life like some blood thirsty is just one tick, long, depressing clinging to a meal.
Chore even if my life's that I'd rather termination is not have been
achieved by my own assigned.
Wretched hands, I gaze skyward what punishment not to admire inflicted beyond that careless fireball, the grave which secretly delights could compare in frying my retina, with the Personal Hell but to blink away my tortured soul the fresh salt-water has painstakingly collections learned that have slowly to love.
And to hate.

-Nate-

Voice of A Soul

Your soul used to whisper in my ear at night.
"You and I will never die, but take your time and savor the love anyway."
And savor I did.
Every waking moment that I wasn't in your presence.
I thought of you.
But then one night your soul didn't come to me.
I waited for days, weeks.
But he didn't come back for months.
So I grew anxious.
One night I heard him again and was so happy for his return that I couldn't believe what he said.
"The burden of the world is once again upon your shoulders."
Was his message and his melodious voice never kissed my ears again.

-Nate-

Selfish

Now that I know. What I really am.
I want to change. Change the future.
As well for the past. When I need
someone I will not ask for them.
Iam no longer.
s-e-l-f-i-s-h-.
Toward love.

Death of Mankind

I dearly hope from the bottom of my heart.
Dearly hope for mankind to die.
Die out for ever.
Die out and be sent to the devil.
To the devil they will go.
Go to the suffer.
The pain. The sorrow.
I had beared.

The Defination

The eyes that tear to bits.
To bits they will be.
They will be the eyes of pain.
Pain throbbing from the body.
The body is covered with emotions.
Emotions that will last forever.
Forever in the depression.
The depression of me.
Me, the defination.
Of depression.

©d3fin3x