My heart aches

Black sticky tar dripping

Onto my lungs, stomach, liver.

Engulfing me in darkness

and clinging to my chest.

Dark syrup block the path

From body to brain.

My blood mixes with it,

A murky brown colour.

Shadows fill every inch of my body.

Depression runs through my veins

In and out

My heart pumps it around

Not aware the difference

Between good and bad blood.

Doing its job as it should -

My brain,

unaware and indifferent,

won’t stop it.

Is it better to suffer

or to fill my throath with tar and dust?