"I'm Despondent... But I Search For Nothing Different"

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"Even if I die every single day from a deep depression, it's my own self that invites this gloom to consume..." " I Loath Myself... But it's All a Product of Me " When I view at the mirror, all that I see, is a soul drenched in the liquid of horrid depravity. All that I can fathom is the foul felicity of a dream that is destroyed beyond a capable capacity. Nothing of who I am is pleasant. I'm full of errant notions and a mind that is never incandescent. All that I ever truly prove to be, is a fragmented mind with brevity in intellectual productivity. It shames my heart to know of such lowly standards. Of the way I work to be so lowly in mind as well as my actions.. in this universal product. I know not of success or of adversity. I am a mind drenched in a total feeling of solitary depravity. And my soul is screaming foul every time. And my being is unsure of all aspects. And I try to drive on further and hopefully climb, but I falter in this futile endeavor. I love the artistic notions of this talented world. I love the expression of the passions of the soul that is pure of candor. But when it comes to my minds validity, I drench it with nothing but deceptive self mutilating slander. And its myself that crumbles every single plan. I am the one that unravels every single strand. So no matter how much I plead for a show of kindness and sympathy. I am the one that drives my own persona into a deep ambiguity. - ZeN