Today,
as I stared out the window
of a car taking a sharp turn.
Today,
as I was slammed back to the seat
of a car coming to a sudden stop.
Today,
as I mildly heard the driver say
his grateful prayer and then curse.
Today,
as I saw sudden glimpses of moon
shyly following me behind the trees.
Today,
as I stared a little too long at streetlights
and theirs colors melting on sweaty glass.
Today,
as I watched a car rush on the road,
slip on the water, then spin and scream.
Today,
as I heard lucky drivers curse at each other
for ****** dents on their worthless cars.
Today,
as I was drifted away with the vehicle
making its way out of the traffic jam.
Today,
as I looked at my insipid reflected
on the black trees lit by the crescent;
                                                       ­                    my eyes, cold and placid,
                                                        m­y skin, blue like the midnight sky,
                                                                ­         and my movements, slow,
                                                           ­                                     as if hopeless
                                                        ­                                           and extinct.
I thought I saw death
looking straight in my eyes.
I thought I saw death
give me a beautifully weak smile.
I thought I heard her say
that she had come for my being.
I thought I saw a moon
shimmer right through her face.

I thought I saw death
but really,
it was just me.
drowsily reflected by the cold glass.

The woe was overpowering,
the mournful silence blaring.
Going round in circles in the labyrinth of sufferin'.
Thinking about a way out was no sin.
Unswerving and swift was the way out.
My existence was a doubt.
Starved for the last breath,
so I planned myself a death.