CAMELOT FANTASIES

Depression crimes

Today my mind, has slipped away.
Don't know, if I feel like play.
Sometimes, I feel like a castaway.
Never good enough, to say.
Getting tired of hearing, that this is the only way.
It is ok that my life is in an array, because of monsters on parade.
Don't need the cascades, ov the campaigns.
Just like the mundane, they've turned it into the killing game.
Depression, always comes to stay.
It's alright, just a big pain in my ass some days.
Never, know what to say.
My words, always come to play.
Let me find the way, in the visions of the changed.
Minds insane, temporarily the explained.
I know I am alive, beautiful is the pain.
So many thoughts, have run thru my mind.
What has happened, to mankind.
Have they completely, lost their minds.
Creating depression, monsters insane, should pay for their crimes.