When the blade is touching the skin
And you can feel it digging in,

And one cut is all that it would take
To remove yourself from this worldly place,

I hear the angel cry out to me;
Not yet ready for me to wake up and see.

After this dark night’s dream,
Where I have a restless sleep,

I’m still walking along the grounds to find
All that will be found within due time.

But one day,
Not too far from now,

I know I will begin again to plea,
“Why, oh why, can I not be free?”

So in my mind I go beneath the weeping willow tree
Where I rest my thoughts internally.

Alone,
And with nothing more,
Other than the over content meadow
And the infinitely brilliant
Everlasting
Shore.