Dark whispers subvert cranial thoughts
Echoing down dank passages
Webbed in silence.
Until the uttering becomes a cacophony
Loud distorted, dire and deranged,
A despotic, demonised, weaponised waling
Poisoned pandemonium piercing the soul.
It lances all that was ever good
Petrifying those golden times to stone.
Depression is the medusa of mind
The coiled serpent crown
Happiness destruction imbued within
Desecration bound
The eyes that seek to desolate,
Turning you to lonely granite.
Hardened against hope
Weathered forever in pain.