Ramblings of the Mildly Depressed
another entry of same proportions

As if depression no longer wants to leave my side
it hovers like a shadow in the afternoon
never ceasing like the song of the dead
never ending like the cries of the living
it flies past the valleys and over the clouds
and yet never goes away for more than a breath's length

as if it was the only friend
always there whether i want it or not
it makes you cry for no reason
it makes you think of nothing else
and yet it lulls you to sleep so gentle
and tucks you in when no one else would

are not these ramblings of the mildly depressed?
do i not long for sadness' caress?
have i not tried to spill my blood?
did not my tears create a flood?
is not this, my way of telling?
why on earth am i still crying?
what are these sighs? i forget
has my heart no regret?
when was the last time i smiled?
where are you my lost child?
and in the end none of this will matter
for i am enveloped in cold dark water

as i surrender, as my world once again turns black
will you then forgive me? will you finally come back?