Depression takes his steely hand,

Chokes my last breath

Dragged down in dungeons deep,

Cast upon the stones

I lay there in agony,

Extinction to unknown

Depression is my jailer,

For he holds the key

The verdict for my soul is in,

What fate shall it be?

The door slowly opens;

Depression stares and laughs,

Introductions of the henchman—

Despair has come at last.

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