Depression

A red stained hand, an eclipse of the night skies
To take hold of her till she cries.

Her eyes fade to itself of a phantasmal black
Ever since all she could do were to roam the night skies
IT took ahold of what she didn't want to see, black.

Her two elbows points down
since all she wanted to do hold onto the sun,
the center piece, if she could make it a crown

Her nails slowly turns into a Lupe's claws eloping
An grail in which she wants so she can use it to pray, hoping

The drink she takes can bring her back to life
since all she needs is bit of oxygen
instead of the cold air she breaths during the night.