So, this is how sabre-rattling feels.
This is how the infamous despondent beast behaves.
That beast is just like a veil of terrible darkness.
That has forced me to resent pleasantries,
 
Because that beast wants me to know despair well
That beast wants to haunt and decompose me till the very end.
I’m trapped in its endless sea of thick cruel fog,
That only wants to fill my soul with darkness.
 
Each day full of merciless and tormenting pain,
I just want to be happy again and really live my life.
But there is nothing to be happy about,
I’m losing all my friends and family,
 
Lost all the things that kept me happy.
I wish to end the beast’s torment but how do I?
Do I blindly kick the bucket just as it desires?
Or do I obliterate it and show it who’s boss?
 
I wish not to be dispatched by such a beast.
Then again, I’m sick of the torment and I want it to end.
I can't give up the duel with the invisible enemy,
I’m still to see my victory and the happy days.
 
After all dad and mum would be disappointed
At the sight of their little fighter giving up such a thrilling duel.
No matter how hard I try, that beast always finds a way.
A way to ruin the good life I wish to live.