The Feeling Never to Be Felt
Luis Rangel

The eternal damnation of my soul,
The accursed weight of my own burden slowly consuming me,
Why is the dismemberment of my heart torn into several directions,
The anguish of the world and the way others affect me,
The eternal damnation of my soul is the curse that my heart must live with even though it slowly eats at it till there is nothing left.
Depression, consume my damned and cursed soul,
A soul never able to feel the warmth of another,
nor is it able to feel what can never be felt.


The way you all leave me
Luis Rangel

Why must you tease me,
the way we felt, what i thought to be real,
Was it all a lie?
the things we've done, i've thought of and could not without a cry,
Be it a cry of sadness,anger,dissapointment, yet most likely
Depression.
it doesnt matter,
I wish I had never met those who have shot me down,
Torn me in two,and my heart in many countless times,
it is finally losing its ability to mend itself back to its hidden yet broken state,
Hidden within the Shades of the Laughter,the Silence,and the Way its beat Within is Full of Emptiness.