Who will put me out of this misery
a jester of imaginable consequences
where life is extinguished and nothing
is of consequence but silence is breathe.

I want to see only darkness this is my
bequest, but I am alone in this challenge
of thought over what is inevitably next.

Do you know that a cut only hurts with
the first ******, then comes the tears of
what comes next. not from emotions not that.

No from a wrist that was in momentary pain
but now is lingering at an arched angle.
Watching with solitarily stare a river bleeds out.

This is a relapse of emotions that like repetition
gave the same thoughts but on different endings
that have now ended how the thoughts first begun.