A dark date
Depression is my neighbor
I see her everyday across the boundary wall
Over time I got to know her better
Though she seems nothing like me at all.
She must be out of her mind, offering me a free ride
Out of this suffocating town
In a car called Suicide
With no seatbelts, just a shroud.
So one day I decided to confront her
To talk about the status of our relationship
Were we seperated, together or was it complicated
Or were we just changing labels as they became outdated?
And I say to her
"For many you are not even real
And those who know you can't describe you
For you are a shapeshifter of feelings
Only shuffling the cards and never dealing"
And she says to me
"I'm a stranger you cannot neglect
I love dating games
Where you cannot swipe left
I love fucking your feelings hard
Till they go numb and feel unwanted."
And I say
"You are still a luxury
For all those trying to survive
Can't get away so easily
With taking away so many lives
I won't fall for you
Not because I want others to do this too
But only because I have other things to do."
And she scoffs
"What are those other things that you talk about?
Only good enough to dumb you down
Life is not an ecstasy pill to be popped in the mouth
The green grass finally gets mowed down.
For I know the road better than anyone else
Its short, straight and direct
For those who loathe the self
So get in the car now and lets race death."
I fumble for a few seconds
To come up with something in my defense
Guess I was not prepared for such brutality
To be hurled at my face
And I manage to say
"All I know is that you can't stay forever
Without my consent
My patience is my power
Even though I am not a saint"
Depression looks at me from head to toe
She says "I'm in a hurry now and have other places to go
More minds, souls and emotions to exploit
More dead corpses to bury in the night
But I will be back for you lover boy
At the stroke of your next identity crisis
When you have been jilted at the altar of joy
Maybe then we can get drunk and make wild love in the backseat."
With this, she stepped on the pedal
And screeched away in search of another passenger
One half of me sighed in relief
While the other half wanted to kiss those dark lips
Maybe she's just sad
To have said what she said
Or maybe she's thrilled by manipulating people's free will
But whatever the case, a date is still a date
She may be the weird girl next door
But I'm willing to wait.