Weird flowers in my pretty garden grow

With weary eyes, I search the skies

There are no answers, only lies

Black dog barking

Reality crumbling

Stood on a road

Counting cars

Waiting for the flier

Stepping out in front of him

A tangible desire

I heed the advice and take a long walk

It's time to exercise the suffering

All my demons tag along with their constant muttering

But i've been told "be aware when i breathe"

"Appreciate the birds, the sun and the trees"

Who actually makes up this shit

The dog is having none of it

Instead he's found a use for the branches

Its time I left, dark cloud advances

No strength to fight, no hope of respite

All that awaits, a tormented night

My soul a home for guilt and reflection

A desire to die and macabre rumination