-What do you mean by depressive creativity?
*Let me chant you its syndromes.
*My lung is breathless,
*My chest is breastless,
*The beats of my heart are weak.
*My eye is lifeless,
*My time is sightless,
*The people around me are so bleak.
*My life is worthless,
*My mouth is wordless,
*The beasts of mine make me a freak.
*My tongue is wordless,
*My words are worthless,
*The beast, I am, has no one to speak.
-It’s creative indeed!
*Thank you, it was good to talk.