Depression is moving in.
It's lurking just slightly there.
A gentle push and it will chase.
The sunshine, fluffy, buttercups.
Are slowly stealing fast escape.
Alone, concussed, lost in between.
Doomed to destined eternal gloom.
Bubbled screams, ear muffed glance.
The coldness within, at me, glared.
The battle lost, will beaten.
Time to let go, to another world.

10:49 PM