Jailer
Depression takes his steely hand
Chokes my last breath
Dragged down in dungeons deep
Cast upon the stones
I lay there in agony—
Extinction to unknown.
Depression is my jailer
For he holds the key
The verdict for my soul is in--
What fate shall it be?
The door slowly opens
Depression stares and laughs
Introductions of the henchman—
Despair has come at last.