Shadows, like umbrellas. Reigning down.
Speckled cross pavement
Unwillingly letting through
Jigsaw pieces of light.

The clashing of light and dark
Mimicking 8-bit hallucinations
The car jumps instead of coasts
Pieces of film missing from a reel.

The hallucinatory mimicry
Brings up distant memory

But distant memory feels a lot like
Present day.

Depression is a lot like drowning,
Only you don't die.

An invisible force shoves a tube
Down your throat
And fills your lungs with pitch.
'Til it comes surging back up.

But no matter how hard you try

You just,
Can't
Die.