I take my eyes
In the darkness
My heart that dies
Leaves me heartless

Has Depression a beauty?

As a face
In disgrace
As a tragedy
Hurted me

Has Depression a target?

Solitude
In Altitude
Loneliness
Wingless

Has Depression an end?

I'm happy
In Sorrow
Maybe
How low?

Has Depression an advantage?

When I'm alone
A little bone
When I'm in a crowd
Worse than a hound

Has Depression some rusty knives?

When I cry
My heart cries
When I lie
My heart dies

Has Depression fragility?

I can't find any strength
Crawling on the mud
And when I stand up
I feel really clean

When I am with you
Looking eye in eye
And when I try to give you a kiss
I feel really dirty

Depression is a beauty
Depression is a target
Depression is an end
Depression is an advantage
Depression is a rusty knife
Depression is fragility
Depression is an inspiring muse.