Psalm

(psalm)
the skies are grey tonight
it may just be the way that i think
but darkness feels so comfortable when you're laying in the depths
of
hell
and suffering from mild eye palpitations with occasional
perspiration
the heat is a refreshing alternative from the cold damp days of a
yesterday
and there isn't any hope for the woman named return
the empyrean cracks bleeds revealing itself more clearly for me
but i can't see with fluid based eyes and gale force winds
breezing
down from a broken hope and vacant dream
and i don't think i'll ever change from this self-induced state of
self-
manipulation i've come so accustom to
the mind still clings to the aforementioned place i used to dwell
and i still can't seem to think
whilst being issued with free pamphlets describing how to
understand