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Depression
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The Rest The intruder lurks,
In the darkness above.
Full of hate,
Unable to love.
It feeds on the souls,
Of the ones who lost hope.
It permanently binds,
With its blackened silver rope.
It has no form,
Except that which you fear.
It always threatens,
For it is always near.
It brings nothing with it,
Except suffering and pain.
It puts on your will,
A permanent strain.
You cannot fight this being,
Once it gains on you.
It won’t be affected,
By anything you do.
It can only be destroyed,
By destroying its prey.
But the sad thing is,
No one will see that day.
So it will forever continue to kill,
And prey on those with a weak will.
