Depression

Depression

Its pulses through my veins like a poison
Twisting, turning, racing, spiraling
Invading my body like a deadly disease
Control over myself is no longer mine
It changes the way I think, the way I feel
Until I’m molded into its perfect vision
An image of hopelessness and despair
Of ever flowing tears, both clear and crimson
It’s stolen the life from my eyes, dulling them to grey
My flesh imprinted with his calling card,
Rows upon rows of them hidden from the world
My grip on reality is slipping into the darkness of night
My desire to go on is fading away
All because of its possession over my soul
I’m torn and broken but in its mind I’m now picture perfect
Escaping this hell is no longer an option
For I already know it’s too late…I’m too far gone

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