goodbye.

dont say

dont give up.

things will get better.

every waking minute becomes darker
and dimmer.

you need not spend your life feeling like that which you are not. feeling as though

this is the end.

for no man, need keep company with thoughts as threating as these,quietly whispering

**** yourself.

i cannot fathom that there are those among us who mock, who utter the words

you are not alone.

That is not true.

i know that for certain

(once more, bottom to top this time.)

Everything is black
from the coat on my back
to the umbrella keeping rain from my head

empty eyes ditto empty hearts
as we gather, stand, paying respect

a constant reminder
that though we think highly of ourselves
we'll never be as low

as the day that we dress up
in a suit and lie face up
in a coffin, that'll we come to know

slapped awake
by the cold
hard hand of morning

forced out of a nulling comfort
not experienced, just remembered

yearning to return
to blackened silence,
of world, and mind

as progressing hours pass
the craving deepens
along with the hope of a return

to blackened silence,
of world, and mind