The Great Depression - text

Storm clouds spreading.
Black horizons oil slick the southern sky.
What prospects should I gather here to motivate my corpse to rise?
My eyes reject the staleness of this day.
And 'reason' gives purpose for all the pills I have to swallow.
My heart is dead and hollow.
Metal boxes racing by
Ringing out the death of my life.
Machines buzzing.
Towers looming the antithesis of nature.
Entering this asphalt tomb- self- interest my crime dictator.

Now that I stand to carry the weight - try to conceive me that it's all for something?
Now that I stand to carry the weight.
I lie to myself... Am I living-dead?

Four walls surround me with wires outstretched- the triumph of time over.
The modus vivendi- each man for himself.
Each alone
And each an island

Get me out of this hole.
Somehow... Get me out of this hole right now... My great depression

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