morning light
cuts my soul
gently divides
lost from whole

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

This is it.
The last step.
The final action.
This is all I have to do.
Before I feel the sweet release
Of death.
Freedom.
Is that what they call it?
Release.
Maybe that's it.
Letting go.
But it's so hard.
Stepping off.
There's no turning back now.
Closing my eyes.
I've made my decision.
Taking a breath.
I feel the wind rushing past me.
Heart racing.
I plummet towards the ground.
No, wait.
I can't stop this.
It's permanent.
I wish I hadn't.
They'll miss you.
I didn't say goodbye.
It's a shock as you hit the ground.
I can't feel anything.
There's blood everywhere.
I hear screaming.
Your body shouldn't be at that angle.
I can't undo this, can I?
The sirens are getting louder.
I see my mom. She's crying.
They load you onto the stretcher.
Wait, I'm still here! Mom! Can't you hear me?
Your voice is gone, and so are you.
I see a bright darkness.
Walk towards it.
It consumes me.
Time of death: 9:34 a.m.

The fallen leaves
in the graveyard
look very lovely

Sleepless sitting there in the silence,
when we met first, you've never used violence
but there was that one time,
you hurt me with all you have
and after that you act as anything is fine
i'm a prisoner in this darkwave
Why  did you change so much?
Asking myself questions as such

Should give up on you now
that what other people see is just a show
i have to find myself once more
maybe i should stay one weekend alone at the shore
cut all ties to the shadow
could be a Black widow

Breathe.

Settle yourself.

Try to understand.

We were meant to love.

And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to love.

And failing that we were made to breathe.

And try again.



-Sean Critchfield