Remove me from existence, please.
I no longer wish to be.
There is a pleading melody.
That I would like to flee.
And as the buzz of people,
Draw so near and far.
I putter down the county road,
In my little car.
I gaze upon the cattle,
The sparkling city lights.
I ponder upon sleeping pills,
I begin to see blank white.
Perhaps I may have overdosed,
A mistake I should not make.
I cannot hear his mutterings,
And I do not partake.
Like stepping on intangibles,
Or eating blanketed air,
I cannot hear the inaudible,
love what is not there.
And as I creep into a room,
Filled with dust and fear,
A bit of nostalgia,
Falls into my ear.
It dances to my brain, you see.
And then into my heart.
It is a terrible sin,
missing such a part.
Like a robot armless,
Or a flightless dove,
I want simplicity and untruth,
Human and God above.