Its names are countless
And its hunger endless.
It is the terrible Black Beast
And upon my life it must feast.
It stalks the dark corners of my mind
Until a nest of doubt it does find.
It is there that it breeds
And my rage it feeds.
Though I struggle with all my might
Quickly does it consume the light.
AN: This was written in the early days of my depression...long ago and it only captures a small portion of what I feel on a daily basis.