-T-i-g-h-t-r-o-p-e-

The chord unravels as they travel along
wondering where things went so terribly wrong.
Below is a seemingly endless pit,
once fallen, any possible emergence from it?

Crossing the abyss is their sole ambition;                                     from this solemn state help them find remission.                     Negative thoughts are loudly voicing...
the devil sneers amidst rejoicing.

Desperately searching for some solution
avoidance of an institution.
Continuing on with a smile of plaster--
one
     little
          slip
could spell disaster.

Anxiety blanketing every thought
so tired now and completely distraught.
Although the outer shells put up a fight
they begin to wither to Satan's delight.

Wiping out joy like a rampant fire
this beast strips its victims of all desire.
Burning all goodness along its path
leaving smoldering remnants in the aftermath.

It's a no-holds-barred mental course
ripping at normalcy with an F5 force.
Damaging the fragile parts unseen
sanity & insanity, little space between.

If only we could walk alongside
and squelch the chaos they attempt to hide.
Anguish almost too much to bear
evil & the mind, such a wicked affair.

Living on the edge of crumbling sanity
in the gnarly grip of the dark one's vanity.
Like a balloon devoid of all its air,
deflated....in a state of complete despair.

Is mental transplant a viable choice?
then depression would surely lose its voice.
From this bondage may they all be freed,
given the relief they so desperately need.

For my Dad...
(and all who suffer from depression/anxiety)