Damned Melancholy

A poem I wrote a few years ago that depicts very much how I felt in a dark period of my life.

Torturous in its design

But captivating

In its alluring presence

Mysteriously enchanting

In all its form

Performing hypnotically

I feel its essence

It pulls at my being

like I was nothing

It drags me to an unsafe place

It rips at what I feel is mine

As I lay bleeding

It's gone with no trace

 

This damned melancholy

Is killing me steadily

Piece by piece

It strips away my soul

The layers that make up who I am

Slowly diminish

I have no control

 

This damned melancholy

Surely can't win

But I feel too weak

I have to give in

 

This damned melancholy

Please let me be

I feel devoured

Can't you see?

 

Damned melancholy

I drop to the floor

There will be no one

To open the door

 

Damned melancholy

Are you pleased with what you have done?

You've taken my life

Even before it's begun

Author's Note

This is my first entry on here. Honest opinions and constructive criticism are very much welcome.