help.
help me.
ad infinitum, a life that never ends.
this life never ceases to exist and because of this
I kneel to my master with alacrity and grace,
for this brisk readiness to end my life is tangible to touch.
and in my catharsis, I still fight, too hard and long to see out
help.
help me.
in this field of broken flowers
smashed stems and divided blades,
I cannot be infinite anymore.
so I write this to let you know my end is near.
it does not bother me so, this ephemeral life,
for a thousand years could not reflect this pain.
help.
just help me.