You can cry all you want

Cursed by the voice of depression
I can sit in my chair for days
Gone by
I can sit in my chair
Waiting for the train
For someone to say
Yes, you can cry all you want
Sitting in my chair alone
All day part shadow, part human
All day long on a winter’s day
As the cat comes in the cat goes out
I feed the cat the cat feeds me
I am the cat sleeping all day
On a winters day all night
On a winter’s night as the day passes by
And the night seeks me out
With the voice of depression
A unique voice, unique to me
Made of the atoms from my own history
On my well-worn seat of a sofa
A sofa from a skip
In the wreckage of a life
Wrecked by the haunted rage
From a wolf
Surrounded by the black and white TV
Hello Mr. Depression wolf
What you got for me
Another day alone
As you eat me
Molecule by molecule
Memory by memory

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012