everything happens at night

me and my demons,

inseparable teammates,

deep inside they are,

waiting to be triggered.


their boss, called depression,

calls them at night,

tells them it's time

to ruin my life.


each night i fight, 

i fight very hard,

but these demons inside

are too strong to strike.


depression, depression

here i am thrashed,

isn't this what you wanted?

well here, have it all.


i give you my body,

my mind and my soul,

but please don't hurt the close ones

that i’ve loved the most.


it is now time,

for me to take part.


my time here is done.

good-bye, beautiful world.

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