Why do I feel this way?
Oppressed by emotions designed to bring me joy
Honestly, sometimes it feels like I’m a toy
a mere pawn in life\'s silly game
This needless melancholy
regardless of precaution, always relegated to the second division
So let me enlighten you about humanities coping mechanisms
your survival, your preservation
How we handle situation too difficult to accept
So, it begins.
Stage one: Denial
An attempt in futility, a worthless ploy of deception.
You call it serendipity, I call it faith, pre-determined and set in stone.
The construction of a vain reality, dependence on false ideals
Basically excuses; it is refusal ,it’s escape.
It is hope, a silver-lining, reasons to cling to the unattainable
Poison, for one day you shall wake to actuality, an untampered truth
One that cannot be maneuvered for the day of reckoning is nig1`h
Because this is just the beginning, true sorrow is yet to come
Denial is not freedom, it is captivity, One we shall all be acquainted with
But beware for it will fade, It always does.
Stage two: Conflict
This one is brief yet brutal
Internal war, unseen violence
Reservations to brutish force;
Imposed upon will\'s tender composition.
Emotions mix, they form uncertainty.
Together they compromise one\'s sanity
It numbs the body as well as the mind
Most never pass this stage
As this war has no victor, only victims
They lay down their battle arms, as they are conquered
You call it life, I call it genocide
They give up, who can blame them
Stage three: Resistance
This one’s a veil, one which only covers but fails to hide
Clearity chosen to be ignored, a feeble comprehension
An absurd concept, one that only serves to prolong torment
You call it coping, I call it myopic.
For it will not last, the veil shall soon be parted,
and agony shall invade your self proclaimed peace.
Do not delude yourself.
reality will not change, simply because you shut your eyes.
Much like denial, it is the pinnacle of weakness
Obscure vision, Blick understanding
A fool\'s salvation
Stage four: Realisation
The beginning of the end, the picture becomes clearer.
The revelation of truth and author of pain,
Here lies overwhelming sorrow, those strong enough to reach it,
are forced to endure more, an endless system of torture or so it seems.
You call it cruelty, I call it order
Such hardships mold strength and craft dexterity
Actuality is inevitable, merely a matter of when
A time no man can escape, a force devised to enslave
However, regardless of brutality, there are still those who will not relent
Thus they move on
The final stage: Calamity
This one is uncertain, even I don\'t know the outcome.
Omission or submission, here struggle is apparent.
Beings once full of life, now devoid of emotion
sight is finally restored. it’s clear now
that they are all alone
They understand now the fragility of relations
In the absence of aid, they break, into a billion fragments
some pieces will never be recovered. What causes this pain?
That is of inconsequential value, this is where their story ends
You call it depravity, I call it duty.
I know you have many questions, you always do
“How do you know all this?”, simple, because I was there
To watch your kind crumble and shatter, an amusing ordeal
You think you are strong, continue in your deception
One faithful day, I shall come to dissolve your will and consume the entirety of your being.
Await my arrival, for I am the Ordinator of pain and sorrow
I am
DEPRESSION