Sloth's stranglehold
depression,
a curse and a crutch.
It is a vision of life through a mud speckled monocle.
Pandora's box unveiled.
Dark-winged parasites take refuge in my head
but to stimulate my apathy,
is to place me in the ground.
Inside my monster, robbed of its soul
lies a sleeping clown.
© 2009 Florence Challender
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You're not a bad writer, however, I don't like how many times you use the word "gothic" in your profile and even the name of this blog sounds fake. I'm not questioning your authenticity, just word things a little better...
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