dying?
flirting with death
ring the bell and run
she knows it was you
but she lets you go
you are waiting to die.
as am i
stupid words fill the
stupid rooms
filled with stupid people.
we are tired
but she is tireless
she lets us go each time
but we long for her embrace
you let go of the branch
pulled into death’s arms
the wind blows cold
i am alone
in the dark
goodbye.
