Depression and Damnation

Depression and damnation
Wrapped around each other
Like the roots of a suicide tree
Which is the mother, which is the child?

Traveling alongside the path
But not on it
Cut by barbs and needles
Crouching in the underbrush
To escape the light of the son

Screaming at the cross
Roads that have no destination
Lost, found, and lost again
While laughing at blasphemy

Unable to feel nothing
Cloudy skies bleed
Salt-water rain
No way to keep dry

Curled up on the ground
A fetus out of utero
Discovers loneliness