The days are gone and far away
The nights are here and bound to stay
Pondering thoughts of things I’ve lost
Wrestling the fear, look at the cost
Daemons of doubt, fear and loathing
Depression adheres, not hidden by clothing
The golden days, once bright and gay
Enveloped by night, now stowed away
Reaching in dreams for objects desired
Longing for a chance to be admired
The board is set, the pieces moving
Enter Regret when darkness comes looming
The night that keeps the daylight at bay
Forever tightening its grip, holding its sway
Demonic the powers that brings about chill
Crumbling the spirit of a seedling of will
Spurting and spewing rivers of red
Draining all ambition filling with dread
Even the stars are veiled, not even a ray
No glimmering horizon, no light, no way…
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