Depression, invading my mind, from somewhere.
Everywhere I go. Everywhere -
I fear that, which hurts me most.
Always, burning furthermost
like the cold north, where thoughts dare not tread -
In the midst of a street, I watch
a grim, deceased forest of people -
An eery feeling, a relentless choke,
A disability to breathe... as if smoke.
I am pulled down, deeper...
Fear rushing through my veins -
I expect the worst to come,
and worry to never reach it's end...
A forevermore depressing descent.
