Depression.


It's slithers towards its victims. Slowly, but surley.
It's aggression knows no bounds, it weighs down your soul.
You can cry out, but it grips you, squeezes out the life.
leaves you dead, moldy.
Pain so indescribable, your words are stuck in your throat.
Something you cannot spit out.
It hurts, It kills, and you cant stop it.
It slithers toward its victims. Slowly, but surley.

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