Depression comes in and sits on my chest
I fight and flail, but she gives me no rest
She's heavy
I'm striving
Not breathing
But trying
So scared
Am I dying?
No.
The rose may be thorny and may make me bleed
But the blossom is beautiful, the aroma sweet
So, Depression, dark goddess, I woo for a time
But know that soon Salvation is mine
She'll unlock the manacles clapped round my soul
And I'll sprout new wings embroidered with gold
And I'll float to the forest of dreams
Quiet ...
... as a ...
... ghost.
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