So did Depression

Quick tour to the hour of your downfall
When your rocky eyes melt all over your khaki
Joy comes in the presence or the absence of a human,
Afterwards I am back to being the king of the ring.
You cannot heal by the drugs you appeal to comfort you,
I am the source of your muse, the black in your blues
Allow me direct your course to the coarse roads of death.

Allow me awe at your raw humor,
You are king and slave for I can decide to be brave
You are muse and you are blue, you leave me with a clue and none
At the fall of the moon you’re a nightmare in cold air
For my eyes that melt all over my svelte frame
When the cold air blows back my sanity, I’ll close
Like a flower with dead petals and a thread of hope.

LARDO