He's Coming

He's coming,
I can feel it
On the floor grasping my knees,
Blood turns to ice
I shiver as I feel hills rising down my arms
Icicles escalating up my back
White knuckles,
While grasping my knees closer,
Trying to keep warm
Eyes leak
Lips tremble
My world goes blurry
He's coming

He's coming
I thought I was stronger this time
It's been a while since his last visit
I thought I made something out of myself,
But it seems like the higher I climb,
The farther I fall
It seems like everyone is out to get me,
And he is saving me,
Until I barely have strength to stand,
Then feasting on my leftover misery
He's coming

He's coming
I see his shadow along my walls,
And my sorrowful cries bid him entrance
His spiteful grin lets me know he's been with me
This whole time,
Watching,
Waiting,
For this moment to snatch up my soul,
And shatter it into a million pieces
He holds me in his grasp
Gasping for air,
I struggle at first,
Then relax in his arms once more
Refusing to let go,
He's here,
And his name is Depression