Dark and dreary,
Quite contrary
To laughter, oceans, tallest trees,

Winding staircase of my soul,
I use this picture to appease.

Once upon a midnight haunting,
Tears that soothe me fast asleep,
Once upon the voice of my demon,
"Death, destruction is endless peace."

Death, destruction, This poem shows my reflection on the past year in my life. I was deeply depressed and suicidal. God then reached into my life and straightened me out. Despite the fact that I sometimes feel the urdge to dive back into depression, I keep God's hand in mine, and He leads me away for the pathes of he unrighteous. Happiness is a gift. Don't take it for granted.

What of this?
He uses pictures to appeal.
Love that breaks,
A heart that aches,
And on my mind he presses seal.

Drugs to mend wounded child?
I use this picture to debate.
A tourniquet, a severed brain,
Forgiveness holds a sweeter taste.

A call from heaven,
"Come and hear! And use this picture, understand,
"Death can die, and life is born,
"Be held inside my willing hand."

I miss my demon,
Lying friend,
I wish again for emptiness,
That downcast look, my binding chains,
Close, familiar, deceitful friends.

Nevertheless, my demon is gone
My love is true,
And residue of past depression,
Haunts some other weary child.

Grateful and teary,
Quite contrary,
To hatred, death-wish, deep disease,

Winding staircase of my soul,
I use this picture to appease.