Dark as Night

Depression has a face.
Like a virus, it invades its host.
It sucks the lifeblood hard and fast,
It destroys,
Destructive and devastating it breaks down,
All joy and content taken,
Snatched away from its owner,
Left alone to suffer in the dark,
I weep,
Loud and chocked,
My body shakes as the tears emerge,
It is muted and it causes fright,
In a darkness,
Black as night.

The Thing

It lives inside of me,

This pain I cannot see,

It hides inside my soul,

My torment it’s only goal,

It thirves inside of me,

This thing that will not be seen,

But day after day I slay it,

For it will not win,

And I will not give in,

To this thing that no one else can see.

In These Small Hours

Cause in these small hours the sun will come through,
Tumbling over the mountains and dew,
And in these small hours,
The light becomes new,
Stumbling over the moments of truth,
And in this small light,
My heart really grew,
Knowing its path all led back to you,
Cause even in the dark,
The sun will shine through,
Rumbling over the darkest of days.

Save Me

Save me, 

Release me,

Protect me,

Surround me,

Free me from this cage,

Heal what has been maimed,

And deliever me from the torment of my mind,

To you I give my troubles,

My grievances and my sorrows,

Lead me toward my tomorrows,

This I pray to you,

Dear God,

Save me.

My Well

It’s here again,

Like a cold morning fog,

It settles on my soul,

Sucking at my well,

It drains from me,

The life,

The joy,

And finally my hope,

Leaving nothing in its wake,

I lay,

Depleted,

Exhausted and run down,

For my well is now dried,

And I a mare shell,

Lay in quiet hope,

That the rain will pour,

And once again I will be whole.