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