This stranger within me,

I can feel her working now.

Ice seeps through my veins.

My heart has gown numb,

I can no longer feel it pounding,

yet I know it's still there.

My vision is dim;

I'm trapped in a smoky fog clouding my eyes.

My screams for mercy make not a sound;

my pleas for grace go unheard.

What is she doing, this stranger in my head?

Do I dream again?

For now I find,

she is there,

Depression,

inside my mind.