Speak no more.
My mind’s numb with a blue sore.
High hopes lost growth
Now I am a lonely soul.
It’s no good that I am drowning and losing myself in the far depths of such a dark and gruesome ocean of thoughts. These thoughts are impure. Fear them for they come whirling around your soul like a hurricane and shredding your flesh apart in to bazillion sharp pieces and smearing crimson liquid around.
As I say, “I am literally black and blue”.