D.

Demonic Depression

Ripping and tearing
The inside of my skull
Gorging itself on my happiness
Never shall it be full

Feasting on my insides
Shredding me from within
This demonic depression
Needs to fucking end

It kills all relationships
And brings memories back to life
The only way to exercise it
Is with the blade of a knife

He has no name
No need to speak
Just beware me at the moon's rising
For his power shall peak