Friday, 1 November 2013


The ravens in my mind are dying.

The people in my world are lying.

Nothing's for real - but scarlet on steel.

I'll endure the pain, until I can feel

nothing more -

just my broken body, on a cold, concrete floor.

I will escape - some day, somehow.

Yet, all my heart knows is the here and now -

and how much it hurts -

how nothing converts

into usable currency,

and this world has no place for me - not currently,

not ever.

It's coming together:

the too obvious fact that I need a solution,

a conclusion:

an end to it all.

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