jmurder

It won't be tragic. Just think of it as magic. Most people die so gracefully Lets speak of a fast way out. Let this be my own last request For I need quite a long rest. Most idiots want it so painfully Lets erase any smidgen of doubt. I can't deal much longer. I've wasted all my resources to make myself stronger. Most of the world sees this as blasphemy Lets show them them what we're all about. My breaths have come and gone Myself, tangled and mauled like a poor delicate fawn. Most of us see this as cruelty Lets just say, you can't ever back out.

quietly.              quietly. be careful.                           that floor board creaks.      that stair groans.             that table wobbles and that door scratches along the floor. quiet.          your footsteps make to many vibrations. stop.          don't move.     I can still hear you.                                            your diaphragm is moving.            your breaths are the sound of waves hitting the shore.    your heart beats are as loud as thunder claps. quiet. don't exist. don't be. disappear.                               I can sense your presence.                          

My unspoken words. You wear me to the bone. Why try to learn. My mistakes become deja vu. I know what I do wrong. Why do I do it over and over? I never seem to learn. Like an idiot with a box of matches. I burn myself over and over. I never seem to learn.