Depression comes to me with her silky hands

She wraps me in her cloak and carries me away

Where I end up it all seems the same the past and present collide

And yet when it is all done and I am locked deep away I see the light

From afar it shines reaching out to you and me and whisking me away

Will I follow or remain here dank and cold dark and growing old

Securing its hold on me

I sit wide eyed and hopeful

Thinking I am safe from her

I can barely remember anything

She seeks me out searching for me

This cage is holding me

In the depths of my own hell