Depression always feeds
introspection as
the automatic defenses go down
while the self now recoils
as each accusation
gains strength from
previously discounted
acts and thoughts.

They all come back, now,
because, in some ways,
they are the truth. You may
not be the embodiment of evil
but you do have the color
of blood on your lips,
forever stained.


The Wax : your reality break.