Depressed, rendered uselessWorthless tool to an empty perception
Loss of emphasis, so lacking of emotion
Motivation drained away to incessant apathy
What regard holds this world?
An unintelligible apprehension,
Struck void of hope or peace,
A constant nagging fear
Digging away at the imagination
Scraping and crawling and scratching and clawing
Ripping away creativity
Until left, defeated, with the ruins of a brilliant mind
Addiction at hand, and nothing is worth it
Lost, bound to solitude
Bound to the remembrance of past glory
Left to reminisce bygone days of philosophy and ideology
Scorpion’s sting and a heroin tourniquet, this reminder
Every hit powerful and majestic,
Brutal and debilitating
Electric-hot wires snaking across nerve endings
Static with the lust for forbidden knowledge, inevitable failure
Every loss a landmark handicap
The most irrelevant details and flaws scouring a rabid hole in the embrace of serenity
And it’s relentless, this disability
Dreams of regaining strength simply delusions
This second chance, the remote treasure
Nothing more than god to humanity, a child to an anthill,
Wielder of the mighty magnifying glass
Nothing more than a cruel manipulation
An artist inept of muse
Sanity dead in the bitter wind
Your aspirations, love, are nevermore.