Lost Control

Leaving my depression.

Stare into the distance.
There is no more resistance.
I cannot help what I feel.
I have let it take control.
There is no where to go.
There is no where to run.
There is no escape from what I have become.
So I shall accept my doom.
Where my mind is my tomb.
My pen is my weapon.
In my quest to forever leave my depression.