Month: April 2014

You know black…

You’ll know black when dying seems easy…

good.

I know black,

I’d like to die…

if it’d help…

doubt it.

Still, though….

Could black be any easier than slipping off,

casting away the harness and hooks of a palid life?

Pain is no excuse to stay,

pain is what staying brings.

It’ll only hurt, for one moment.

Am I close?

Damn straight.

So close that I see only more dark paths,

so close that I smell its warm breath,

dance in its cold arms…

God I’m close…

I’ll send you a post-card.