Too many times I've tried
to unplug the switch,
turn out the light, to
take hands with the night
and float away with the shadows.
I cant help but feel,
no-one is there,
so I turn to the dark,
for the comfort I need.
So I reach for the blade,
that I don't want to see,
but is the only way,
to get what I need.
I then find it,
the point that crosses the line,
the line that separates me,
from them,
the people that are silhouettes,
in the life that I don't want to live.