Manic depression

There are the sun the stars the far away places i can not go that i will seclude my dreams from now on until I come out again from this depression and find a place in the future the distance is ignorant in my life I foreclose the world and seclude myself and I am in love with someone long distance and am in love with the clouds afraid to get out afraid to get close to the real world I live in my head so close to myself dyeing though to break free from my secluded dreams dyeing to brake free fated digest it heart failure pouncing punching out the skin like a large dick you can see through a stomach hiding inside me on a drum machine.

At a glance you are tired at things

You've decided you are done

Nothing can change the past

Or statues holding everything together

Of all that you are and everything of which you were

We seclude ourselves from our dreams

And take from our past ritualistic guilt

fumbling drunk in our nostalgic piss and shit

humping old photographs

crying out for the one you let go

it is a sad show i know i know

Staring at things like they are open clocks

Dedicated to you to get on with your life

But the past recoils sets you at a stance

Of statues holding everything together

of all that you are

And everything of which you were

At a glance you are tired at things

You've decided you are done

Nothing can change the past

Or panic attacks

And the present is unfortunately

yours to chose

they always say

We seclude ourselves

from our dreams

and from our past

we live in

swallows throats

Always say that's O.K. for now

Historical blisters

hypocritical know

nothing about

tell me the stories

Dear please

That's all I want

from now on

To know about