Melancholy   

Melancholy,
you spiteful bitch.
Creeping in,
seeping ever deeper
into my bones.
Nestling in and making
a nice little home for yourself.
You weren't invited in here
And yet you come in, obviously
planning a lengthy stay.
Please just go the fuck away.
I can't stand it
when you come around
And hound me from the inside
Pounding on my brain
Controlling my very
train of thought
And surrounding my soul.
You threaten to
swallow me whole
You ravenous whore
And to tell the truth
I'm utterly bored with
this little dance we have.
Just stop, cease this game.
You have no place here.