The World's Own Gain Poem by Noah Body

black depression.... blacker than midnight
soul crushing... i must keep outta sight
in the cave... buried deep, endlessly rave
no one must hear... a refugee from the grave
tread lightly... dare you not a comment make
it's not for you... nor even for my own sake
wonder why, wgaf... it really doesn't matter
once it's done... on the walls a gory splatter
the end of time... or merely the end of mind
who will be stuck... with the mess left behind
fire hose inundates... me running down the drain
so it passes... my end, the world's own gain