A Hell
A Shell
A Deep Dark Well
A Perfect Snare
To snare myself.
I had created
A Haze
A Cage
A Deludingly Depressive Phase
To cry and die
Hundred million times.
The Victim in me
Was chased
And fazed
By the Villainy
Of my Mind
And its Intellectual Grinds.
But now I want
My Fears abated
My Pains ablated
And my Soul Liberated.
Yes, now I want
Distresses berated
Happiness-es elated
And my Hopes reinstated.