are you the cure to my depression
or are you just another haplessly poured drink
are you the validation of all my turbulent emotion
or am I stupefied on the couch in soporific unthink
do I imagine you cradling me and loving me dearly
or am I falling asleep alone dreaming when I am going to meet you
do I lament the way your absence makes it hard to think clearly
or am I variously intoxicated to substitute a love lost true
do I descend downwards and downwards
as I enter the catacentre
and the succor so divine lingers a touch away
imbibe, partake, delight
and become unfeeling
or perhaps all too feeling