Down the Rabbit Hole

First came the anger, the blinding rage;

A rabid animal released from its cage.

With the power of a lion, with the strength of a lamb;

Everything's awful, the world is a sham.

 

Next came the sadness, a grave, deep sorrow;

Rarely did I want to be alive tommorow.

Glances into mirrors crated sobs and wails;

Words too little to count with tears by the pails.

 

Last was the nothing. All was drained.

A shell of apathy was all that remained.

How can you be depressed if you can't feel?

An empty soul with a human peel.

 

 

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