sometimes i see figures in the shadows at night

and they whisper and hiss in the dark dreams i fight

one only answers to the title Regret

another holds all i wish to forget

they niggle and prod at my soft, lonely mind

all knowing of memories i wish no one to find

the shadow named Hatred is a malevolent force

constantly pushing me towards its coveted course

but the chains of the one they call Depression

prevents me, for i am it's prized possession

they tug and they pull me from every which way

and i fear that they forever will stay

only the day brings the slightest reprieve

but even the light cannot make them leave