A Sacramental StreamKill yourself.She says.A Suicide SeductressI
am wrapped around her fingerAnd she dangles me over the abyssShe is
comfortable, familiarAn old friendA lover, evenWhom I have
cherished for an eternity
Yet these days I am hauntedBy another Fatal ApparitionThough She
slays by different means
Two womenVying for my attentionIn a way to which I am
unaccustomed
One is named DepressionHer friends call her Self-LoathingAnd I
know her all-too-well
The other is named for the WaterThat embodies her spiritAs she
extinguishes the flames I call Angst
Were dying either way.Which will I choose?
I am Sub-humanOnly a CreatureOr maybe lessI spend countless
self-indulgent nightsMaking Love to Depression
Yet I am invited to bathe myselfIn Oceans of PeacePoured out by
hands that tremble with Anxiety
Impotent to show my affection for the SeaI add my tears as
tributeDroplets in a Void
You say you volunteer to drownLets asphyxiate each otherYou say
that you cant singBut I long to be baptizedBy every wordThat falls
from your Melancholy MouthThere are esotericismsWritten on your
lipsAnd I will gladly dieTrying to read them
