I want to die choking on my own tears,

So that I can taste something real

Right before the light fades.

I want to drown in them

Wade into my own

Salty, watery disappointments.

I want every open sore on my body

To sting and ache and throb

So that I can remember where I came from,

How I got here.

I want to sink to the bottom of a sea

made from my own eyes

thrashing about

clutching at nothing

Right before the light fades