just imagination, they had said.
"psychotic depression,"
was the name they gave you
but it's just
a label
only something to be called by
because simple
human words
can't describe
the relationship we really share
your darkness
fits me perfectly
pulling me down
into the beautiful
black abyss
deeper i sink
and you remind me
that it'll be better
further down
when I'm fully consumed by
your dark perfume
and I give into the temptation
to be with you,
forever.