...and with a toss of a hand, the boy slipped into the dark
begging, searching, crying,
screaming for someone to hear his pleading
pleading to stop the bleeding
bleeding out the last remaining hope of the night

The night, the Night
struggling little boy put up a good fight
listen to the laughter grows louder as he falls out
    of....sight
But the boy is boy no longer, only stronger
Heart heavy as an anvil, eyes cloaked in evil
the first voice steps out of the dark

This Depression....
obsession? regression? oppression?
The boy is man no longer, having stumbled again.
The boy is only abominal as his own mind descends
"HELP ME!", he screams, knowing the words only echo
   in....his........own.........