Thoughts spiral out of control
And I loose my touch with reason
Tis the season
For feeling blue,
They say

You don't need to die 
to know what it feels like
You need only taste
The horrors of a bitter mind
Left all alone to rot 
In a room brimming
With strange syllables

You don't need to date a psychopath
To know what suffocating feels like
You need only
Suffer in silence
While the quiet wail of
Of murderous thoughts fill your head

You don't need to drink
To forget
You need only
Douse the flame of pain
With the placid cerulean confidence
Of a stream
Cutting through the rugged ravine
Of your mind

It's time
To let the ghosts of your past pine
For your warm welcoming arms
Sing to them softly,
The Lullaby of love
Till the melt away
Into the gaping hole of oblivion