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Final battle
Alone she stands, too close to the edge.
Longing for the courage to jump,
she steps
back, not this time my love.
another battle she has fought.
yet looking back towards her life
she sees only
the nothingness shes built,
It doesnt really matter now, which way she goes
for either side of her, nothingness flows.
in her hand she holds tightly to her friend
whos walked this path so many times
hand in hand, together they've
died
perhaps a thousand times or more.
shes lost count of these visits,
shes far from proud yet not ashamed,
but again she counts her battlescars
75 to be exact, so small, unshowing.
while in the real word people laugh,
smile, "merry christmas" hear them cry,
another salutation, between old friends
a kiss. then she cuts her wrists
and dies.
Hatred
fear bubbling through me,
erasing all that's left inside
i'm not sure what i'm meant
to be
or where i am supposed to hide.
in the depths of the tide i hear you
on the whistle of wind you whisper
like a pungent bad smell you linger
these memories of the me you injured.
you tore me apart from the inside
left
you invisble scars on my soul
the hatred which bore me
it now envelopes me whole.
Into the vortex
life,
like a vortex sucking me in,
deeper and deeper toward the hellmouth.
need
to talk, don't know where to begin
everyone apparently wants to help out
i'm lost, too far in.
sucked into
the hellmouth
that is my life,
no way to escape
the current sweeps me by.
nowhere to run and no plce to hide.
there's just nothing left,
nothing inside.
and i am just left wishing
that i could find the shore
someplace
safe and comforting
like i had before.
but nothing is forthcoming
nowhere seems right
and off, away i'm swept
again
to the place nothing can survive
that place my heart resides,
where nohing can survive.
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