Dysthymia

Smells so intoxicating
Part of your design
Looks so breathtaking
Path to my demise

The caress of flesh
So warm, yet so cold
The meaning behind
Is empty and devoid

Simple acts of kindness
With open interpretation
An open path to my sin
Or the terror of my mind

Your hair of radiant strands
Feeling your soft touch on
My softly quivering hands
Makes everything else so clear

As the memories fade
And slowly wash away
And a solemn teardrop
Withers away to die

Whatever may break the chain
Be it my friend or my foe
Eternally bound to you I am
And a downward spiral to hell

Don't take my... Soul!