William Sinclair Manson's poetry

Do you have any idea what its like to be depressed? always unhappy feeling stressed. Everyday the same nothing bright your brain is fried always in a fight. Hoping you never awake the next day caring less what people think or what they may say. Visiting doctors to be fed with pills watching all around you attending with ills. Nothing means anything no interest in life wondering what its like to be cut with a knife. Planning your demise each new day dreaming of wars and skies of Gray. Waiting for the time when you can finally rest your mind will stop working failing the test. People all around you staring at your shell personal hygiene forgotten beginning to smell. Don't care what you look like shabby and forlorn wearing old clothes tattered and torn. Days and nights the same cannot concentrate tears flowing wildly humanly a state. Who cares for you? more people than you know there is help out there to make you grow. Don't suffer in silence as millions do...

Whilst walking along the street one night I came across a wondrous sight A lady aglow in an aura of light. She looked so very real to me I walked towards her shaking her charm was mesmerizing could my eyes be faking? Her dress was of a distant past hair was long and dark the street was lit from her glow whilst heading for the park. She walked along a darkened path apparel trailing on the ground smiling beautifully as she walked did she want to be found?. I walked close behind her the moonlight shone the way I tried to stop and talk to her still shocked with nothing to say. Her bodice was coloured blood red barely clad but felt no cold wondering how she managed to walk how will this mystery unfold. Stunned by her beauty I followed her for hours glancing around every now and then she engulfed me with her powers. Eventually she would stop and stare at a decrepit abandoned shack still floating as if magical she did not leave a track. Eyes fixed on the shack tears ran ...

  Standing by the window tears flow from my eyes losing you was criminal but hardly a surprise. I met you many years ago you were always in my life in every dish I chose to cook by me and the wife. I peeled your outer shell to feel your slippery skin but you slipped between my fingers then fell into the bin ! Shredded in my Pot your aroma filled the air the smell was so delicious colors light and fair. When I attempted to eat you horror entered my mind I couldn't eat this onion the one that made me blind. THE GORGEOUS ONION.