To scream into the void or let silence devour me whole?
To claw at the seams of this waking dream,
or accept that I was never awake?
To be the mad one or the blind one?
To whisper the truth no one wants to hear,
or let the lie cradle me to sleep?
They fear death like a stranger,
but I swear, I’ve known it before.
Soft. Familiar. Calling me home.
So is it better to speak or to die?
Or was I dead long before I asked?
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 1:09 PM UTC