I want to write you

I want to write you into darkness

Disappear into blackness

I’d have you write your lyrics on your wrists

To be sung about on the Styx

I want you to disappear into oblivion

No Heaven

No Hell

Simply you alone with your thoughts

Always.

Depression is a blackguard that will steal your joy. Depression, if anything, is the utter absence of hope. Imagine awaking each day, with no hope… that each day will blur the line into the next and only slumber separates you. If