Depression.

Depression looks like a dark cloud

It blinds you from seeing the grace in things

It slashes your eyes from the light in the world.

Depression feels like a prickly cactus

Everytime you try to grab onto something true, it impales you

It never leaves, always thirsty for pain.

Depression smells like rotting flesh

It keeps getting worse and worse until nothing's left

Nothing can stop it except amputation

But your brain gives you the wrong sensation.

Depression tates like salt water

It continues to make you thirstier the more you drink... yet you can't help it

Even when you get some fresh water, the salt lingers in your veins.

Depression sounds like a war on man

Guns and bombs detonating around you

It will deafen you with no shame

You can only hope to escape this prison alive.