10-10-16 The Beast, Depression

A dark wind blows past me,
riding on it, a foul stench
bringing despair and hopelessness
heralding the arrival of the Beast.

attacking at times of weakness.
Walls standing unguarded,
entering uninvited and unchallenged
as it pleases 

claws sharp for the attack, fangs which hold on tight,
screaming its cold piercing howl,
sending dread shivering down the spine,
in an attempt to stun you before the attack. 

now standing frozen, the war rages inside
this beast has no true physical form
and shape shifts, creating unique torment.
Draining from you, your energy,and your will to fight

This Beast, Depression, clawing at you from the inside,
wishing to leave behind a husk, 
it changes how you think
and rids you of your desire to seek companionship.

for this would weaken it's hold.
so I once again. take up my weapons
ink and paper,my blood letting tools
removing the beast one word at a time

four years time i had suffered though it's
leeching hold, and had lost myself.
Finally free from the wasteland of the mind,
i will not be dragged back

and will stab this mighty beast
with metal pen in hand, draining from it life
as the ink flows across the page
regaining my self, with it's blood