Obsession In Depression Poem by melissa fox

O beauty writhe not!
Enter thickets fine and rich
'Oh the walls of thine heart'
Be patients and whisper now
Calmly descend from the pain
Cast me in thou's light
with innocence and pride
guilt nor chasten me
Too far my soul has gone
Soaring through the darkened night
The sun may not shine,
but in thine eyes may I reside
with beauty and love
Oh to wither is to die
As I wither I still cry

Confession 'lies in truth'
My eye but wastes away in grief
Forgive me in the hastened times
Walls grow steep as I block thee out
I cry from within
My mournful tone that floats away

'Help Lord; for there is no longer any that is Godly'

Charred dreams transcend into the realm of which I demise
Burn the pages to the music as the angels sing it
Each note a proclaimation
a dedication to the woeful worries
The thunder rumbles disunity amidst
Vanilla skies stained with cherries
Blood of the sinner rains down

down

upon

the innocent child
Weep no more Son of Adam
repent for what thy can
But youth shan't pay for the blackened burdens of their father and their mothers who tread so lightly into the darkest parts of Satan's soul!

Burdened is this child who carries the gift of music like a pocket token. He sings songs so rich and mournful that the angels descend from their cloudly status as to hear his mournful dirge and weep tears that soothe him not but carry the music farther...