Cold Bladed.

Saddening thoughts flood my mind.

Happy thoughts to them I'm blind.

My mind unwell.

Into sickness it has fell.

My soulless eyes sorrowfully cry.

Oh me oh my, why oh why.

I am at the bottom of the barrel.

To myself i always quarrel.

Everywhere dark and glum.

I am under mister depressions thumb.

No exit i can find.

To depression I'm tightly bind.

Saddening thoughts have ruined my life.

My only way out is a cold bladed eight inch knife.