Toxic (17/06/2016)

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.