Depression/Death

         
         
         
                One thinks about you every waking moment;        
               flirting with you for a living, because living abuses, and hurts;        
                I've heard how you could never be cheated;        
                every soul seems to have living figured out;        
                you're unbiased, and whispers in one's ear(you will one day be mine forever)        
                tired of living's conditions, and its side effects        
                but death is like a mistress for a sex slave who's bold, but needs to compromise;        
                you could never completely be embraced; until exhaustion says so;        
                from the most sound to the most troubled, you're only here to take one under;        
                wanted to get to know living at its purest state;        
                though, drunken nights, regrets, heartaches, stepping into mistakes;        
                death always seems to kiss you and say," don't worry";        
                as if to say," living could never hold you down like me";        
                you bring people together indefinately, while living has to make time;        
                living runs the show when, where, and how it wants to;        
                death takes you, knowing that running truly gets you no where in the end;        
                 One doesn't want you; though you are the one who/where truly "under-stands"        
                when one could no longer bear to stand under, circumstance....        
           one truly chooses life without what seems to be a sentence to prison;  
          verses what's commonly believed to be void in a rectangular prism....