Saturday, March 14, 2009

Depression

This dreary Prison holds you still
Escape - you must escape
Yet there are no doors - just windows barred
There are horrors at the gates
The cell feeds on your very soul
Inaction breeds its strength
You wish to break the chains that bind
Yet you see no reason - you see no reason

You sit and find yourself impaired
The passive mind does not think
Rise and test this cage of yours
You'll find a plethora of doors
And somewhere in this realm of horrors
You'll find the dawning of a dream

Embrace the dream and choose your path
Stand firm as demons glare
Choose where you walk lest devils guide
And lead you to their dreary lair

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