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Black Cloud and Epidemic - Lou Harman

Black Cloud

Old friend

Wrap your arms around me

I want you to stay

Comfort me

Let me lie beneath your shade

Stifle my sobs

Console me

Absorbing sound like the sky before snowfall

No escape


A thick air


No echo

Entombed in silence


No sunlight

Old friend

Comfort me


"There is comfort in the familiar. I find myself clinging to my depression at times as it feels like it’s the only thing I truly know and what really knows me. It feels like a huge part of me and I’m scared of who I may be without it, so I beg it to stay."


I know falsehood when I see it

And it’s in everyone



“People often pretend to understand or care and eventually you figure out, a lot of them don’t. I find this hard to cope with and so have (sadly) developed an immediate distrust in most people I meet.”

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