My depression is a creature of opportunity
Stalking my every move
Intercepting my every thought
Waiting for a moment of weakness
A moment of isolation
To slither back into my psyche.
Sapping up all of my creativity,
Slowly draining the life out of me
Until I am left as a shell of the human I once was.
The creature then slithers back out
Leaving me empty and alone
Waiting for its window of opportunity again.