Depression is an azure, infinite sea.
With bittersweet waters that quench every taste bud.
The lullaby of the swooshing sounds it makes, sets my mind at ease.
Its smell is intoxicating, forcing my eyelids to droop lazily.
The blueness paralyzes my cognition, sedating me,
Welcoming me with pulling arms that are ready to embrace.
Surrounding me until I realize what it’s done.
And I begin to drown.