Dedicated to Stephen “tWitch” Boss who brought so much joy and left in so much darkness.

Though I've felt the inky blackness
I have never drowned in that airless pit
Like a cancer
Depression eats away at the soul
Devouring in whispers that haunt the mind
While stealing the light of joy
Before it can take root and grow
What's worse is we often never know
Until it is too late
There is a great battle
Between light and dark
A war within those we love
And sadder is that no amount of love or light
Can irradiate the darkness away
That void slowly eats away hope
Dimming the ability to perceive the light
No soul can thrive without light
At least not indefinately
Making the surrender to that void
Look like release for too many
Depression is a cancer of the soul

-gws