To Depression with Love

Depression secretly loved Suicide,

every day he would sigh and pine

for her quick slicing, painful touch,

but she never saw the rhyme

floating casually through the haze

of his dark, hungry scented gaze.

Suicide was in her own world,

leaping from building's tall ways

in her mind's soft blue clouds,

falling in Love's splattered days,

but he just looked through her heart,

never noticing her lips gently part.

Agony was killing Depression,

Suicide vowed to take Love's life

while Love sang songs of hope

to the warm night's starry-eyed strife

at missing the light of the dawn

by just a single moment's yawn.

　

Suicide undressed with shyness,

Depression submerged his head

under the fragrant foam, hoping

for the much longed for escape.

She quickly took off her panties

and pulled Depression up

from the depths of the water,

holding him close, feeling

his scarred skin rub her mood.

Suddenly Depression brightened,

he pulled Suicide down,

laughed as her head hit bubbles.

She spat a grin out and kissed him

passionately, her heart beating

promises of love; until death do part.

　

Depression smiled as Suicide blushed

her love across the ripples of gloom;

saturating the room's fragrant smiles.

Suicide caught hold of Depression's grin

as he dropped to one knee with a sigh;

fluttering through the candle's soft flames.

With a voice clear yet full of sorrow's wisps

Depression asked for Suicide's sweet hand,

hearts merged inside of cool nervousness.

The song of delight sprung from their souls

as Suicide's answer echoed off old scars,

Yes - the note was pure brilliant white light.