Safe.

The dark dominates the light,

As I move higher and higher,

Into a blanket of dark indigo,

Into a nest of icy clouds.

Im not worried if I will fall,

Not worried if I will wake to another day,

I put my trust in man and machine,

And it cradles me in the air, 3,000 ft. high.

A memory is lit.

And it burns as I asleep.

A memory where I am in the arms of someone,

Who makes me feel like I can fly.

And nothing can ever make me fall again.

Depression.

Depression.
It is like a virus.
A disease. An infection.
That eats away at you.
A deadly cancer that lives in you.
That sucks up at the happiness in your life.
A leech. A vampire.
It leaves you with nothing.
Nothing but a scar.
Unless the infectious monster spreads fast and long enough.
Then it will leave you with a cold dead body.
A body the monster claimed his own.
A body belonging to you.