In the deepest recesses of my mind

Shadows stalk my every thought and my every dream,

Darkness lurks in the corners

Murderous in their attempts

And they achieve nothing but pure anguish

I twist in agony as the demons inside

slowly abolish the living good in my soul

Eaten alive like a snake's prey

Nothing of my original self

Shows through the worn away surface

I am a victim to a horrendous torturer

I am beaten on a daily basis

The mystery of this situation is

What afflicts my soul so

No one but myself-a slave to depression

**A/N** I wrote this way back when I was suffering from depression. It isn't a pretty state of mind.