Depression
Malicious malignant
Cancer of the soul,
It spreads its dark
and brooding mass
Slowly eating away
Sinks roots
Dark tendrils
Deep into unseen
depths
Slowly feeding on life force
It sits,
quietly,
patient
Calm of a killer,
A silk skinned lion stalking its
prey
Hidden
Watches all through dark gleaming
eyes,
Waiting
Then fangs dripping venom
It strikes
Slowly sucking light from eyes
Bright eyes dwindle to nothing,
Sunken.
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