| Beautifully Depressed?
I get up....get ready to face this world.
I come down. I come down so hard....in a pool of ^%$# i lay.
Lycergyk Funeral Procession....is it worth the risk to lose that special darkness.(?)
For the schizophrenic.....for me, depression is an excercise in perfection of emotion. Not just to push the envelope......but to tear it open and read the letter. To really and truly let go of perception......to truly let that which does not matter really slide. Those who really believe.....who trust in that darkness are the kind of people who turn off the headlights on a dark and rainy night.......or the apex of pure rush emotion, shutting off the lights on a full moon night, letting her pale cool perfection guide you.....to run with the moon. Either way.....you have to trust in that darkness to keep you....to guide you....this is what it means to be beautifully depressed, to not only embrace that cool, sweet october moon......but to make it your own. To run with her. Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? I have.....it was beautiful....it was perfect. |