I see the light piercing in,
Like bright blades
Running along my pale skin
Venetian blinds on windows,
Impression
Of strong bars made of shadows
That binds my soul of dripping
Depression,
Spirit that’s slowly slipping
In to a self made abyss,
I’m flayed,
Something that I barely miss,
Nothing but a jar of frowns
Have stayed,
And about me are the sounds
Of I told you so echoes,
Verbal blades
That deep to my heart now goes
Shattering on the cold stone,
Expression
Changes not till all alone
When sheds just a single tear,
Water blades,
Marking a face feeling fear
Of loss of self in the light,
Those bright blades
That disappear in the night
Casting my soul into sleep
Depression
Where in dreams I’ll softly weep