Wish
you could turn off
the questions, turn
off the voices,
turn off all the sound
Yearn
to close out
the ugliness, close
out filthiness,
close out all the light.
Long
to cast away
yesterday, cast
away memory,
cast away all jepardy
Pray
you could somehow stop
the uncertainty somehow
stop the loathing
somehow stop the pain
Act
on your impulse
swallow the bottle
cut a little deeper
put the gun to your chest....
Posted on November 18, 2009 at 7:49pm — 2 Comments