• Dreary malaise eclipses the sky in the blistering gray
    The time has arrived to face what terrors come that may

    Emotions alive, personified by desires and empty hulls
    Scouring psychological beaches as clipped wing gulls

    Begging for mercy and blindly offering prayer to all
    Of the gods in the books and to each star that falls

    Grasping for something to fill this void and make
    You whole, fill the chasm, it's only your life that's at stake

    Desolation embraces and your light begins to fade in file
    One powerful feeling ascends bearing a devilish smile

    He steps forward onto the stage of humanity's sound
    In their visceral end each singular being can be found

    Clearing his throat to address the audience so eager
    This fatal opera of a diminished life led as meager

    Opening the jowls, psychotic hound bellowing fate
    Each separate schism is sickly visible to emulate

    Screeching out across the victorious night
    Laughing hysterically at the venomous delight

    "I am the blood that drips from your wrists
    When life doesn't grant the lust on your lists

    Or the shocking cries of an empty knit
    These perils, they dig out your pit!

    I am the rope that sways ominously above
    After the murder of a hard acquired love

    And the rats that gnaw at your teeth
    While you're sleeping on the street

    I am the culminating will to end your existence
    Forgive my gleefully interfering persistence

    I am depression!