Tuesday 28 June 2011

I think you may be depressed...

I am in a black hole
With no hope to repose my soul
The sides are gravellous and steep
The dark runs swift and deep

I am drowning in a damp black hole
The dank dark moisture has taken its toll
My throat is gravellous and deep
The hole is ravenous and steep

I am buried alive in a deep black hole
The soil is murky dirty and cold
It runs along my face and back
It covers my eyes my world is black

I am dying in a dark black hole
With no cross to help repose my soul
The rancid earth pushes down on my face
Into each crevice and space

Redemption verse
A shovel breaks the sodden soil
Driven by boot with vim and guile
Daylight breaks through muck and dirt
Grasping hand leads me back to Earth