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Brian Patrick
My head pounds with each beat of my heart
The pounding grows with every second that passes
Seconds turn into eternities of distress
That distress grows into pain beyond endurance

The pounding continues to drain my spirit – hah
Pills and drink only mask what is happening in my head
Throbbing, throbbing, throbbing
My thoughts are turning inward – **** dastardly thoughts

The throbbing won’t leave my head – it’s ever-present
The darkness is growing inside of me with every beat of my heart
Thoughts, gruesome thoughts, start to take form in the psyche
They churn and grow into such images of despair and worthlessness

A .38 feels so real and yet heavy in my trembling hand
Blue steel should do the job and consummate the end
Swift flight through the jaw into the throbbing head
No more throbbing or pain, nor thoughts of demons – just serenity

A blade might be nice – to the jugular, the deed is done
The slow drip allows me to contemplate my demise
To see those things that drove me to this end
Slowly easing into nothingness might be the way to end the pain

Whatever chosen method of demise – this earthly life betrayed
Shall allow this body to die and decay over the timeless drift
To end this stay that has tormented my means throughout my time
I cling no more to thoughts unreachable and painful only to fall into requiem

By: Sverre G. Holter & Digital Asylum*

I|

I am a man. I was put on
Earth to bleed from my hands.
Work is my virtue. I only sleep well
If I'm exhausted.
Your food and shelter is my gain.
My sweat is the salt on our table.

II|

I *am a man, but also child
with a paper-mache heart and
sandcastle dreams, a child wishing
for later tides while we play
splashing in and out of the waves
but the tide always comes,
and castles crumble, and we
we tell ourselves that there's no need for fear
because we will build stronger walls
tomorrow

III|

Today is our day though
Let us work at love.
Let us play with love.
Let us dance until our feet
Blister and we collapse
Laughing into each other's arms in equal fatigue.
All I want is you.
All I have is you.
All I've never lost is love.
It is our costliest toy;
Unbroken

IV|

Unbroken it may be for now
yet the time will come, as with all good things
where life and love will come to its bitter end
our lives will have ran their course
and in that moment, we will know and be known
we will laugh our last laugh
we will drink and be merry
knowing we loved and were loved
and as the water comes washing in
we still stand behind walls of sand
and we will face the tide together

*unafraid