Slowly

When we stop loving another

We change the way we feel towards everyone

It doesn’t matter who they are but to us..

We are a walking capsule with a mourning soul..

Depression becomes the disease..

The ego that feeds our soul..

The divulging savage being within..

Conquering all close and near..

Taking in its surrounding and transforming it into pure darkness..

The heart is now black..

The heart dresses in black..

The body becomes a disguise for the wounded soul..

The mind a deep sea of wilderness..

And the soul..dies..slowly

Slowly..

Slowly..

Slowly..

7/27/2019