I can't shake the feeling, The feeling of submission in my own body. A creature has slipped through the cracks when at my weakest, It's burrowed under my skin Latched to my core. You can find it: Buried in my flesh, eating at me. I feel it. Swimming through my bloodstream, pumping poison. I hear it. Crawling in my thoughts. Parasite. Drinking my joy, spitting melancholy my vision is dark, Shrouded in misery. have you ever felt unsettled, alone in the dark, but not quite.
Personifying depression as a parasitical creature.