In depression

I sit back
As the winds of depression blow me across
    the land and into the never.
All the follies in passing...
Have surmounted to the forecoming dread,
In life as it is in death,
Kill my being, strike the Achille's heel-

The leaves are scraping against the pavement,
And in the voices that they make...
I have a feeling that everything will
    turn out alright,
But as I look towards those dark skies,
The end seems so near...
With a gun in my mouth, and bullets for words,
Nothing sounds so dear.

Yes... there is this fear,
That life will continue on...
Living in a self exiled hell,
Victim to the lost souls,
The winds of darkness
In depression-


                                  Mister E. [CiA]