Depression

The taste of the salt.

That drips from your neck.

Is the key to the vault.

That lies beneath the deck.

Unknowing lies within.

The secret in your skin.

You try to dig it out.

You start to shout.

The pain makes you scream.

The yearning of a dream.

Without the pain.

You stay away.

From the drain.

Leading you a stray.

All the lies.

Have made you, you.

Even now you wish it dies.

No one can see through.

Your clever disguise.

Only from the sky.

Will you finally realize.

You are about to die. 

Reviews

[eglantine]

coming from a person who often wakes screaming from night terrors, this sounds like the description of that moment within the nightmare, telling yourself to wake up, straining and fighting, pushing the scream from your tight gut through your cold-sweat glossed lips. I wouldn't capitalize each line to add subtly to the night. I'm unsure of the over usage of periods...breaks up the poem to much, but then I like it for that because it accentuates the sharp beating of a frightened heart. Thanks for sharing

[Chesney W.]

dang... this is very deep... a good write none-the-less.
-Chesney Chey(:

[Zeke]

Thank you very much. my friends who i first showed this to thought it was sexual. -_-