Dark Sky.

The night sky depressingly dark.
Shut up i shout at a wild dog that at me does aggressively bark.
On my soul sorrow leaves its saddening mark.
No more my thinking has that optimistic spark.
I walk alone all by myself.
Not worrying about my declining physical and mental health.
It is not gravity that keeps me down.
No it is depression that makes my soul deep down drown.
My heart beats slow.
No more my once shining eyes do brightly glow.
This maddening world to me is my foe.
Around me a chilling wind does deathly blow.
The night sky still as dark as coal.
I dig myself a rectangle six foot deep hole.
In my depressing mind i have achieved my goal.