Duct Tape Dragon

Silence slowly slithers seductively secluding the sacred sound staring strong into one’s soul and

Black and white bicker wildly but wither while whistling to the song of emotion for

Fighting the tension amidst all differentiation feeling plastic suction cups wither my skin and rip my identity off while I try to escape and

The pain is telling me I have no reason to rebel for within my grasps I feel the cocoon paw away at my skin as if the sole

Of a shoe slowly crushing the nine hearts of an earthworm trying to reach its love across the sea of concrete dodging

The monstrous bicycles that have crushed many hearts that parade with the shriveled skeletons of insignificant invertebrates never realizing

That they are inorganic lacking the ability of true emotion bent to the will of those who need the same things we do in order

To stay alive and feel all the pain in their lives not realizing the genocide that happens underneath their stature however

Strangely I feel nostalgic for a place I had never been emotionally within yet it be the most universal emotion of happiness that

Has been hidden by the duct tape dragon that slowly encompasses my heart and is known by the name of Depression