The dark spirit settles down upon my soul
Like a poison,
It destroys everything in its path
Leaving me empty,
Vacant.
As I struggle to breathe,
The Shadow turns to look at me
His cold, empty eyes pierce my soul
He points a crooked finger in my direction,
And whispers these words to me:
"You have no power here! I will defeat you. This great depression will win. You have no control, not even over this, your own mind!"
The voice inside my head makes me gasp
I feel the urge to vomit
And as I shudder,
I kneel down in the gravel.
The silence surrounds me
And I beg for mercy.
I never asked for this "Shadow" to choose me!
When will it end?
When can I be free?
