I am not depressed
Just insignificant
Enough to not understand
Where it is that I stand
It is tiring to keep up
With the constant
Play Pretend
Where this world
It ticks away clock wise
And the good things
Don’t know anything about
The End
It is tiring to keep myself
From slipping
Cascading
Into the land where
There exist no happy men
W h a t s o e v e r
And all of them
Share with me
Precious parts of their
Agony
Like starving scavengers we
Romanticize
Melancholy
Finding peace
In all the voids
That all these nights
Didn’t let us sleep
Starving Scavengers
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