Depression, the one we all see on a daily basis                                
the demon we all claim to possess                                                    
but do you get the sleepless nights?                                                  
the desire to sleep and never wake up?
the loss of energy to blow a kiss?
do you ever hold the pills and watch hope slip away?
John did.
inch by inch
limb by limb
then with each breathe his demon tore him apart
drink John drink!
there's  no better tomorrow, are the words that slither into his mind
armed with with the shield of determination
anger for her head piece
and love as the ultimate weapon his beloved charged in
Here lays John the defeated
the tears of a hundred men cried
along with the stench of his demise.