bereft

Home away

Away,

away

from home…

and this is not home,

but today it carries that label,

and so it must suffice.

But,

It’s not home,

and that home

is that place

which labels

me.

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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.