Depression

Creeping upon the living, it dances its way into your inner core
Binding itself to you, leaving no room for fresh invaders
For it creates a decrepit corpse by consuming flesh and crafting bloody gore
Once you are devoured, it will move on to claim yet another victim with mournful whispers

It generates debilitated essences within our bodies
Casting its lonely shadow down upon the joyful spirits we have once known
It becomes a plague that no one can seem to appease
What was a delightful soul, is now despondent; feeling alone

Irises of pooling crystalized gemstones become a dull, bleak gray
Hopeful ambiances are converted into ones of dejection
Hollow spirits begin to experience periods of intense decay
Wreaking havoc on forsaken souls, Depression has invented its own diabolical interjection

Life is destroyed in the hands of an immense emotion
Severely distraught are those who have encountered it only once
The previously blissful, ecstatic souls can no longer be identified, for they have been bitten
Bitten by a sensation known as Depression; who upsets the balance