The Prideful Sin

Mocking, insulting Pride is tattered

Web of Lies

Believe me, and be deceived Trust me, and I'll lie

Poison pen, biting tongue Caged in rage

Mourning dove lost in the hearth Died warmly in another's arms

Hall of mirrors Marble hands reach out

Demons creep around Twisting shadows with my fears Until fears consume

Ash to ash Dust to dust

The worst thoughts are those you cannot escape

I have always described depression As a sea, an undercurrent, tide

Where the monsters roam Matters not as they will always go home