Rivers of Blood

Rivers of blood flow down to the mouth of death. He drinks
it all in and won't give it back. A broken body covered in a
riddle of scars, rivers of blood flow.

Rivers of blood flow amongst dead leaves and crystal snow.
A broken body covered in a riddle of scars, rivers of
blood flow.

Rivers of blood flow, death's sweet covering. Rest only
everlasting. A broken soul clothed in riddles of scars,
rivers of blood flow.

Suicide Trilogy: Part III

   I'm disappearing, fading away.
Curling into the quiet black surrounding
me. Fear is like a winter coat I'm
unable to put away. Even my
skin shrinks away from my touch.
You're hurting me, killing me
slowly. I want to die now, let
me go!
   I'm disappearing, fading away.
Clinging to the last strand of life.
Blood is flowing out, no way to
stop it. Nothing I do will
stop the crimson flow. I'm
screaming, "Someone save me,"
but you can't help. I did it to
myself, I killed myself.
   I'm disappearing, fading away.
Slipping further and further into
my grave. You kiss my lips, but
death won't let me feel it. I
try to grasp your arm, but I
can't feel anything. your tears
caress my chilled skin, my blood
caresses your fingertips.
   I've disappeared, faded into oblivion.

Suicide Trilogy: Part II

   The sun is shining through the trees.
I can't feel anything. Nothing is moving.
I can't move at all. I think I am
dead. I see my reflection in a dim
mirror. My feet don't touch the
ground, my face is twisted, a rope
about my neck. My eyes are closed,
my face is pale, now I know I'm gone.
   Suddenly, the reflection changes. I see
pain filled eyes, tired hands and weary
feet. I replay my actions in my head. I'm
so desperate, maybe even selfish. I want
the pain to stop, the emptiness to go away,
a flood of relief to sweep over me.
   I slip my head through the rope's
loop. Tears flow from my soul as I
kick the chair out from under me. For
a few moments, I'm suspended, in more
pain than before. Everything is going
black now, the last thing I see is my
still form. I think I'm free.
   The sun is shining through the
trees, but I don't see it.

Suicide Trilogy: Part I

   Pain, swirling, hurting, dreadful, terrifying, pain. No way
to end it. I can't find the path out! Where is the light at
the end of the tunnel? Where is my rescuer? What else
is there to do? I can't get help, I don't know where to
find help. What else can I do?
   Swinging. Swinging. From a pole hangs a still
figure. The life is gone, his breath, his spirit, his soul,
gone. One of the Lost.

A Glimpse

*Inspired by me whirling a glow-stick above my head in the dark.

   Wanting to touch it, yet daring not. An endless tunnel of time. The blue light spins ever faster, glowing brightly, leading the way to my future, my endless time.
   Glowing in the stillness of the night, putting the stars to shame. Twinkling through the past, shining through today, burning through forever. A burning kiss on my lips, gasping at the intensity. A glowing light, a candle in the frigid night.
   A gaping, never-ending, ring of light. Sending a shower of light on my bed, shattering my peaceful sleep. A chasm of the future.

Vanity Olden

   Vanity, olden days you are.
   Prepare a place and lay to
rest, you are dead and gone
to bed.
   You are lost and I am glad.

Whispers in the Wind

   The wind eagerly whips through the trees, bending their knees to it's will. Each tree, flower and weed bow to the power of the wind.
   Each leaf, on every branch, dances to the music the wind plays for it. First lowly, then faster and faster.
   A lone voice singing in the quiet of night. A soft lullaby, quietly singing everything to sleep.
   Someone whispers into the wind and listens as it carries that whisper through valleys and across mountains.