Depression is a demon
Hissing self-murder in every breath
Eating self-worth and replacing it
With the maggots of despair
Endlessly teaming their own gluttony
Unto nausea
Depression is a demon
Mutilating your reflection
The world compresses
Inches behind your eyes
And everywhere
The heavy feeling
Drags you down into the earth
Past the maggots
And into hell
Hell is made of eyes that see only ugliness
Hell is where we die alone
The demon whispers in an endless spin cycle
Driving us inward
Until our teeth meet our heart
And clench
Until the pain becomes
A beacon to a knife
Depression is a demon
But demons have weaknesses
They thrive on misery and isolation
And revile the company of others
Their goal is to limit and debase
Fostering ugliness and contempt
Demons die in the light
of understanding eyes
A good friend’s ears
And the hope of dawn
Lighting the way
To a fresh tomorrow
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