Depression

In the corner of a dark gloomy room
Depression sings ever so boldly.
As she sinks her claws into his soul
His destruction she watches quite proudly
The dripping sound of his gushing tears
His fist pounds the table
‘T has always been his greatest fear
‘No more’ he is unable
A loaded pistol, a drunken stare
Her charming tone
Such words of passion
She hints at an escape
To a world of perpetual satisfaction
‘No! I cannot do it!’ he says
‘Never will I take such action’
“Just once you’ll see.”
“The subtle motion of a finger.”
“A last inhale, and it will all be over!”
‘My children, my creation
‘And what of thee?”
‘O! Ye relics of my procreation.’
She weighs him down, like an anchor
Her tongue dripping honey
Her motives dripping rancor
Still she promises
Wild flowered fields
Picnics, and days ever sunny.
‘Be gone from me, o wretched one!’
‘I’m drowning in your pain!’
But she replies “you silly boy!”
“I bringeth joy, just ask the great Cobain”
‘I can, I will, I must!’
‘Somehow, someway, I’ll cope!’
“Silly boy you must let go!”
“For you there is no hope!”
Defiantly he stood
Brushing her off his shoulder
Then marched across the room
As the night grew even colder
He opened up a window
As the rain descends outside
Leaves told where the wind goes
Raindrops did their kamikaze dive
Assaulting the earth, they pool together
Just before they died
Depression is not having it
She’s rather quite enraged
And prepares a fresh attack
With a poisoned blade of guilt
As she twists her weapon
Goring deep, all the way to the hilt
‘It is my fault and this I know’
He shouted to the world outside
‘She, to me not the babies show’
Clawing the window frame
His nails chipping into the paint
Splinters under his nails, blood flows
‘Come home, I need you so!’