I think I’ve got your second-hand depression
You’ve polluted the air and now I’m breathing it in
Your skewed theories and distorted principles
I’m catching your ever-present cough
Sporting your miserable yellow-tooth grin

I’m depending only on my mind to cure me
Medicating with those poisonous opinions
I’ve become addicted to your synonyms for hell
Toxic is your image of the world
Cloaked in a ferocious black
Its fingernails an infernal red
Which dig them into your weaknesses
Scare you with their lies

Another world is printed on the window
With a hope for goodness
And a getaway for misery
But, you close the blinds

Your dazzle is contagious
Like dark chocolate
The bitterness is sometimes overshadowed by its sweetness
On off-days you’re the stairway to the outside
Refreshingly contagious, the sound of your voice,
The thunder of your laugh
And then you sink deep down and under
The staircase slips from under my feet
And there I am,
Falling

You spin in puffs around my head
Obstructing my view with your cloud of soot
Making it impossible to remember the sun