Those who plan their own demise can choose exactly how long to grieve their own end before they go.
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Those who plan their own demise can choose exactly how long to grieve their own end before they go.
In the centre of some distant stone village
She sits cross-legged in the cobblestone square…
Maybe the destination
Won’t be acceptance after all
Maybe it won’t be calm
Won’t be peace
Won’t be love…
Stormy skies pound down onto dark shorelines
Anger whips branches and brambles to and fro
Thunder and lighting tear the sky into pieces
Echoing a desperate rage
Found in any lifetime of faulty connections
Dark clouds oppressive with no end in sight
Mix with a melancholy
Only the perpetually lonely can understand…
Why do I automatically suppress anything that feels powerful, unless (until?) it becomes too strong to ignore?
Innate loneliness
Decision wants to be made
To stay or to go
Wouldn’t it hurt far less
in the grand scheme of everything
if, instead…
Some days I get a little angry.
Some days I get a little rebellious.
I don’t know why.
Some days I get extremely angry,
almost enraged,
and I still don’t know why.
I became emboldened
Thinking this was it
Thinking I had the big mystery solved
I was carried by my arrogance
Warm life runs beyond
Horizons unreachable
Starless nightmares cold
Disconnect, alone
Weighing down others’ lips
Fear will save me now