Similar Trains Of Thought

If not for the euphoria,of that which I call life,I’m going to call homethe edge of this knife. Bitter shields of ashenshame hang and a nooseI find thinking too muchin my mind I abuse. I can call the doctorand tell him of the pain.I can call the dire in needI see you feel the same….

In The Night Frost

Rest in the armsof which there is no alarm.Is where my mind isas I drift off in self-harm. No rupture herein a valley of despair lit.I walk with it allthe despair and ugly shit. Maybe the sunwill shine today but I doubtmotives of all whotry and learn what I’m about. I like to numb it;push…

Cry In My Night

Rebellion flows as I go to the edge like a sledge traveling swiftly in snow the knifes edge is dread. For a second in time shred the fever a mind lost past the second hand it fled every chance is its own last. If I were to end it’d be no sin I told myself…