February 29, 2016

My Suicide

Should the incomprehensible 
Become your victory
You lose anyway
Because contrary to your belief
I've nothing of what you want.
Your win would strip away all dignity
I would become this empty shell
Incapable of being able to support
Myself
Let alone your greed
And my life would cease
And many more destroyed with it
But you want this anyway
Don't you?

Of course you do. I am better dead than alive to you. Despite the cost. 

clock radio

the voice is a buzz
clicks in and fading out
periodic silence
a flying insect in and out of ear reach
what is that
you mentally ask
from where do you talk
to me
a collapsed soul
failed under the weight
of failed passed
step into light