Depression Poem by Franz Of Lion

Emerging into existence and choices are made,
To follow the light or to let it dissipate.
A delicate soul wandering a hazy life,
Demons came up and keeps stabbing the soul with a knife.
Melancholic stream that gush from those rubescent eyes,
Over and over, it makes you want to die.
A nightmare that is inescapable, but can be endure.
A fire on skin that one can't ignore.
Questioning the world for one's existence,
Slowly fading of the light's radiance.
Life's intention is very unclear,
Which resulted in burning of doves without a fear.
Squandering the infinite time just to ponder,
On something that doesn't have a true answer.
Now, a lifeless soul engulfed in misery,
Forever lost in life's mystery.
Yearning to rest within the graves,
Desperate for razor blades.
Gashing the veins and blood evacuates,
The mysterious life of the anguished soul slowly decays..