Depression is a drug that creeps
Softly strangling the senses
A hypnotic poison
Rocking the mind to sleep
In this drowsy space
Dreams once vivid & fierce
Drift aimlessly like supernovae remnants...
Depression is a stillborn child
A sob stifled
Diluting the shrieking pain
That once caressed the borderland of pleasure
A hypoxic dead zone
Words float half-dead
Choked on an umbilical cord into silence...
Depression is a butter knife
Tenderly jawing through the brain
Viciously dull
Jagging reality
Slipping towards somnolence
Paralyzed by its bite
I struggle to feel
And fail
Hypothermia of the mind
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