Days of the Depressed

No sounds, no colors, no feelings, It's just another day. A disease, crushing and stealing I don't remember how to play. It seems to sneak up on you, Like a Lion stalking its prey. Suddenly you're sad and blue, But it wasn't always this way Colors used to be so vivid and bright, Clear, as if I could touch some. Sounds traveled in beautiful flight, Wherever I would go or come. But the grey monotony begins to creep, The striking colors all but lack. All I want to do is rest and sleep, I just want my old self back. Depression.