Depression. depression is the the ultimate denial.
It's the tear that I cry when I'm alone.
Not knowing who to turn to, where to look, what to do.
The blood that I bleed and the blade that I use.
Depression has it's many forms,
It's the greatest trap my life's ever known.
Eyes of a serpent,
Cruel and filled of hate.
They seemed to stare into you and pierce
to soul with their needle like daggers.
This venomous bite,
It helps you see thru the beautiful mask.
Hair as rich as a flame,
It frames you face in its twisted ways,
Matted and witch like blowing in the breeze.
Skin so pale,
A paper white,
She towers above you,
A sickening sight.