Depression creeps into my mind
Like a subtle virus, starting slowly
Without much fuss.
Something unfortunate occurs,
The trigger is pulled.
A poison spreads through my blood,
Erasing all the good memories;
Melancholy, dry, and pale.
I'm left feeling nothing,
Colors vanish and people lose their faces.
A gray tide surrounds me,
I contemplate it,
Feeling its presence
Immersing myself in it.
I drink from the gray waters
Like a thirsty cat,
And it turns into my addiction.
A single thought lingers in my mind:
"It's time to go."
