Depression and its infinite behaviors as if it were Satan himself!
Seeking to and fro claiming requisition of weak souls.
It is vile. Relentless to the very end.
In the end, it wins.
It taunts and toys with your emotions devouring them slowly until you are cut into.
You pore over life.
Don't. It doesn't matter now.
It has you and you are not who you once were.
A beautiful soul now desolate and panic-stricken.
The voices never cease.
You are powerless to their mockery
and yet, you lock yourself alone in a room with them.
Your asylum.
Shackled by fear you over medicate.
You sleep the sunlight away because all you know is darkness.
You become acquainted with the voices, accustomed to their infliction, &
tolerate the...