The Big Black Dog
That is what we call deep depression. A savage beast.
The Big Black Dog opens his maw
Hinges screaming with force
And the blackness swallows me whole.
No respite from his wicked lies
Devouring me, bedeviling my sanity.
Delusions gnawing away lucidity
Tearing my spirit into fragments.
Mute screams rise savagely
In a dark void of anguish.
Dying unheard like drops of blood
Splashing on my faintly beating heart.
Destitute fragments of thoughts
Despairing and weak struggling
To grasp a semblance of reality.
Brutal roars reverberate
Through my frail mind
As the beast retreats.
Fangs exposed, hate-filled
Blood-red eyes burning my soul.
Perhaps next time
You will succumb. -
His repulsive mind screams