Depression.
It burns,
yet ices.
A blade
suffices.
My life:
a hole.
Filled solely by
no soul.
Depression.
It lashes,
it scars.
My life's
behind bars.
It wounds
so deep.
My skin
the blade reaps.
Depression.
It's over
for me.
Shall never
be free.
My blood's
on you
because
I'm through.
Your fault
I'm gone.
You never were
too fond.
Depression.
You win
the war.
I take
no more.
My wings,
they fall.
I'm slaving
Hell's hall.
Depression.
It burns,
yet ices.
Your hate
suffices.
