My name is...

     Devastaion, Irritation, Depression

The words swung right past me

Knocking me out of this legendary room

this dead silent room.

As if people are staring at me,

because I am bringing attention?

     Happiness or sorrow

     Thought or insult

non the less matter though

I am alone

Standing here, beneath

the aroma of reality 

trying to get a hold of myself.

Falling into a black hole of the 

poisoned minds I cannot comprehend

thinking, feeling, urging 

to at last just say...

     The urgency was gone

     The depression was gone

     The black hole was gone

     Knowledge is just a

freedom of expression while

grasping on to the unknown.

     Above all, out only knowledge

is those supported by depression

are consumed by the unknowledgable

     ...whatever her name was