Despiression

Holding on to that which is already leaving,
gripping that which can't stop you believing,
nursing the things that remind you of all,
slipping from the fingers as everything fall,
reaching out to anything to bring the same,
changing those things given a reminder name,
sitting still with thoughts clouding in mind,
nothing else found with no answers to find,
sinking deep into the spiral of blackened hole,
lost in the darkness where it eats your soul,
brooding with no light gathering hate,
by the time another sees this its too late,
broken from the cocoon this is your test,
either come out evil or return to your best.