Our friend, Mellie.

The sickness that plagues us shall never leave,
as death and numbness serve our sole reprieve.
Melancholy, the curse of our sentient nature,
a feeling of depression, through life we nurture.

When stripped of love and care and desire,
Mellie feeds on your heart and mind without tire.
The gradual degeneration of will transcends,
your life a dictation of how Mellie intends.

An empty shell, your soul eroded,
your meaning to life inevitably corroded.
As you seek for what is left of your mind,
insanity you realise, is all that you can find.

- ian, 02/04/06, Sunday