Depression
The disease of emotion, a lack thereof.
Relentless, all consuming; the whisper in your ear.
"Listen to me, to me!" The murk knows best;
the bleach of passion, the dilution of fervor.
Motivation lacking, numbness frightening;
wanting to be alone, the thorn in their side.
Scared of the night, the demons rise;
like a rising tide, threatening to swallow your mind.
A soothing thought; an end to the apathy, the thorn is no more.
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