The pain is grand
The suffering spreads through
the air
Blue rays, bitter sweet,
souring, poisoning, contaminating…
And I´m here still
But the thoughts are clouded,
fading
I try to breathe. I can´t. It´s
too heavy.
I gasp instead
I want to numb my senses
I want to drug my conscience
Why not? What´s stopping me?
I´m too afraid now
So much has been lost
Yet much more could be broken
I don´t have the guts to risk
it anymore
So all I have left is fantasy
An imaginary needle to bring
the so craved harmony
I urge for the absence of
thoughts and feelings
I wish not to be
I inhale the nothing
Swallow the emptiness
In the attempt of making
myself hallow
Then I shower my very atoms
with acid so they no long are
And finally, I´m free…
M.
