Depression

Deep inner turmoil rising in layers of morose fog Eternally she seems to scream putrid nothings Put your mind to rest in somnambulist serenity Reaching forever to only waylay breath Efface my eyes does she of beatific maudlin Sallow spirit filled with lackadaisical laughter She steals away grins and gifts glower Inane is the patron of life she echoes Onerous is this bombination of melancholy Needless are we the companions of she