When You're Away

I swear I can feel it,
feel it creeping in.
Depression is not an illness,
but a lifestyle.

I can't take it,
falling in the darkness.
Deep down into the dark.
It's consuming me.

Nights incinerate my heart.
Flames charcoal it's covering.
It's burning up,
but it feels frozen.

It feels as if...
as if it were ice,
locked in stillness
unable to love.