Depression is an animal

Depression is an animal
So desperate to survive
It knows a run will weaken it
So makes you slow to rise

A sober night will shine a light
To make its outline clear
But in defence it twists your hand
Until you clasp a beer

With free and open talk perhaps
It'd die a whole lot sooner.
But it'd rather curl up in the dark
And let the stigma linger.

Perhaps worst is it speaks through thought
As though your thoughts had spoken.
But know those thoughts are not your own -
It's depression's voice that's broken.

In part I'm glad you've haunted me
As now I've seen your face.
I know your black vampyric heart
And know the lives it takes.

But with this recognition now
I'll find you in a crowd
I'll hunt you down like you did me
And turn the tables 'round.

Before I'm gone, before my time
Is gone my fist will make
An impression in your sombre face
That is the path I’ll take

Oh and that darkness you cloaked me in?
You know that's now my fuel.
A fuel to feed a burning flame
So hot you'll never wish you came
Into my mind to play your games
To lure me close to death some days
You'll wish you'd never entered.
Because I now have you in mind
No forfeit, no surrender.