Icons never even moved me
Wishing it was easier to implode
And take the respite I so badly need:
These horrors and atrocites committed in my mind
Are a catalogue of tragedy and sickness, such
A holocaust of hopelessness, no way of
Getting out of this one
Think I should get out of this one
I'm having a great deal of difficulty
Getting up
When inside the chambers of my mind
There is such a horror show.