My best friend is depression —
I am so very ill.
Through fractured recollections
I slowly fade to nil.

Through singing stars I call the devil,
Through blades of grass, I bleed my heart.
I close my eyes against all evil,
I feast on lies that tear apart.

My best friend is depression.
I love this poisoned pill!
Through funeral processions
I drag my fading will.

I drink the velvet of the night
And crown myself with torture.
Two wrong turns never lead to light —
My life, a squandered fortune.