Skin Deep

It crawls up from hell,

Covers the ground in mess,

Steps sucking you down,

Where it can climb inside,

Between skin and bone,

Slide under the skin,

Become the mind.

The burning touch,

Turns ice cold,

A heaving breath,

Constricted.

Iron bands,

Locked tightly around the chest,

Caging the wild joy,

Scoring your want to feel.

It's a shallow thing,

Only skin deep,

The skin is everywhere,

Painful to lose,

A must have.

Depression makes you dependant,

Infects your vision,

Becomes the only site

Worth looking at.