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Friday 24 December 2021

The Call Of Depression - (Original poem)

It comes from the deep, it watches as you sleep, nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, none may escape the tide, he gazes deeply to the bottom of our souls, he knows all, sees all, he brings the insurmountable death toll, the bells ring and people scream, 400 feet high this is not a dream, you are not going insane just don't look into his gaze, for this day we die.  

My body aches, its arms constricting all that exists depleting, death chaos and destruction light up its unimaginable eyes, it creeps ever so silently, we have to fight blindly, no where to go, no one to call for help, its dragging me under to sleep and be devoured like kelp.

Bloodcurdling screams echo around me, I cant stand this insanity, someone put me out of my misery, tears are rolling down my face whilst the monster drags me to its face, it breaks my ribs, I look at its gaze and I'm all out of place, I cant remember where I am, what is this, damn. Flashes, red flashes, bright cannot see, its anger lashing out at me, it won't let me go, it's trying to lead me astray from the light, its showing me I'm not good enough and I'm not worthy of existing, I think I'm going further out to sea and I might jump in, I cannot swim but I cannot breathe right now, everything is too much, I don't know what to do, it's hands cut my wrists and spreads open my flesh.

I'm taking leap despite it's hands wrapped around my neck, I'm bleeding profusely, I think I'm done goodbye, humanity.