Depression

I really hope you know I'm not depressed or emo, I was just inspires by a friend's poem about death.

Icy black,

cold and dark,

silently gripping you,

crushing you and keeping you

prisoner.

Cut burn overdose,
cut burn overdose,

taking you,

keeping you,

never letting go.

It makes you do things,

you would never do before,

depression,

destroying you from the inside out.

Horror and despair,

holding,

squeezing,

killing. 

Cheshire

What mysteries do

my smile hold,

my bright blue stripes,

my shining green eyes.

My dark grey mane,

my daggers for claws,

my tufted ears,

my mocking tone.

My cunning mind,

my sly attitude,

my head tilting left and right,

curiouser and curiouser.

I pounce and prance

through the trees,

curling and twirling

right side up and upside down.

My smoky figure

wispy and blue,

here then there,
through and through.