Winston Churchill often spoke,
Of "The black dog of depression".
I know this creature all too well,
For he has me in his possession.

Biting at me, trying to devour;
I am Hell bound by the hell-hound,
Pouncing, he gets upon me,
And I feel his darkness gather around.

In the folklore of Scotland,
"Black dogs" are harbingers of doom.
Bringing pain and death,
And leaving nothing behind but gloom.

Doom dog, gloom dog.
Man's best friend you are not.
You devour every scrap of being;
Your howls break every happy thought.

With constant eyes upon me,
Like three-headed Cerberus;
He is my constant companion,
Pulling me down and making me worthless.

Such a pest, I have no rest;
He beats my chest with massive paws.
The black dog of depression,
Has me locked in his snarling jaws.