Depression

The fog forms quickly and despondency casts

Visibility is minimal, its density overwhelming

With a mist so thick, devils of steam explode

And the looming frigidity envelops my fading warmth

Shadows appear and begin their evocative dance

And morbidity skates on the atmosphere's icy presence

Perspective suffocating, I choke on shallow air

And the grayness of the day looks dirty and used

Trapped, clouds latch to me like diseased vulgarity

I keep my head down but my spines aches from the vile weight

Gazing upward for light, I feel a knife on my neck

Threats surface by evil motives in the eyes of Judas

Hope dissipating, I feel so alone in a forest of sinkholes

Smells of death and abandonment burn my throat like acid

Frantic for an exit, I am prepared to give sacrifice

So, in exchange for more time, my pulse begins to race