This anger
This hatred I feel
Soothed only by the throbbing in my head
and thoughts of my demise
Through the blooming of rosy waterfalls
as I shower and slice
Through the cascade of pills and
poisons down my throat
Through the stepping off a precipice
while the wing rings in my ears
Thoughts will remain thoughts, though
Because I haven't yet built up the nerve
Or lost sight of the tomorrow
you promised.