Shadow Suicide::

Depression is your mistress-I can see her
Peering over your shoulder, blackest hair
Falling over your palest skin
Breath floating past your ears
She takes you in and binds your willing hands
She leads you down to pools of blackest green
Rivulets of anguish streaming round your feet
Reflection doubly mirrored, she's staring up with you
From amber lakes and stainless steel 
She'll seduce you with red lips and hands of fire
And staring deep into her eyes-the final lies
She'll tell will be the truth
She'll have you sleeping on whitest marble
Her hands will turn to others spines
And you will see her ghost in every wine.

-Kimberly N. Hunt
written 1997-basically unfinished, 
but i will think of something to 
do with it someday

(c) 1998, 1999