Saturday, February 19, 2011

stage 5: acceptance (iv)

i never said i was frightened of dying
i simply said i was frightened of not existing

but as i lay under my fort of covers
sweating out morning glory
and feeling the darkness of the day press harder
down on my eyelids




on me

i slip into a still yet spiraling abyss
where i don't need to breathe
and my heart starts beating slower
to the point where my limbs will scream
if i try to move my heavy plumb arm

and death seems like nothing,

nothing at all.

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