I am afraid of what I want.
The longing for eternal slumber only grows
But I don’t have the courage to ravage the deepest layers of myself
Or the drive to find the most lethal combination of chemicals.
I am afraid of the consequences that would follow my failed efforts.
I can’t face anyone now as it is
So I know
I couldn’t bear the damp, questioned looks I’d recieve in the bed of a frigid, steril room.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
I am afraid of what I want.
The longing for eternal slumber only grows
But I don’t have the courage to ravage the deepest layers of myself
Or the drive to find the most lethal combination of chemicals.
I am afraid of the consequences that would follow my failed efforts.
I can’t face anyone now as it is
So I know
I couldn’t bear the damp, questioned looks I’d recieve in the bed of a frigid, steril room.
By Autumn Angel
