Depression

Your oily skin is misery.

Your seductive hiss is despair.

You hide in the grass on the most glorious mornings

and the darkest nights.

I am forever the prey

that you mercilessly refuse to consume all at once.

I feel you in my veins

and cheerless heart.

I hear you in my mind as you coil around my thoughts.

I am confused and torn

between hate and dependence.

I want you to leave me but I cannot let you go.