I am Morose Blue.

I am Morose Blue.

You might not have heard of me.

But I have greeted 350 million people.

Some affected more than others.

I am, Morose Blue.

I stop them from doing things they enjoy.

I like to play with feelings like toys.

I tell them to stop everything.

I bring out the dispirit from within.

I make them lose energy.

They start talking and moving slower.

I cleverly make them blameworthy.

I bring them closer to the exposure.

I’ll make them feel colder.

I’ll make them eat everything they have.

Or I’ll starve them until I see their bones.

I make them feel psychopath.

They will hate themselves like their own foes.

They start forgetting to laugh.

All the pain begins to unfold and I let it grow.

I give them what they think they deserve.

I make them sleep to lose track of reality.

Or I will make them stay awake to impair attention.

I will disastrously drive them to insanity.

I’d demonstrate the antonym of heaven.

I would really mess up their mentality.

But see, these are only little things I do.

I stick onto people like I am glue.

I am just an illness that eventually grew.

I ruin people’s lives.

I come in and terrorize.

Some people let me.

Some people stop me.

I hope you’re not the next to meet me.