Depression V.2.0

Darkness

A taint

Upon the soul

Consuming all

Without mercy.

Like a drug

It enters

By injection

One dose

At a time.

Never sure

Like Russian Roulette

If your time

Is up.

As the plunger

Goes down

Emptying the ampule

Into you.

Only knowing

One day

It will be

Your turn.

Therisa © 2014

Author's note: Another poem, from my poetic morgue.