Yeah, yeah. More me. I know you're all thrilled at your resident mad poet's decision to go through his crap and post his unpublished works. Starting with an away message, and then I'll move on to my many suicide notes in proper von Kleist fashion, and then back through the ages.
Everything's falling apart
Before it could ever start.
My heart I've misplaced.
With all of those fears
I don't dare to face.
The wind whip arounds me
Chilling me to the bone
I'll ever more be alone,
without home.
I feel cold.
So alone.
No more stones to throw.
No more places to go.
The end looms near.
I can shed no more tears.
The blood on the floor
Spilt from my wrists
The last evidence
true and clear
that I was ever,
ever, here.
So with this last act.
Of penitance.
I hope to be forgiven
For my part in this
This thing called life
So filled with strife
And with no more bliss
and a razor's sweet kiss.
I'll end all of this
And once more return
When my body ceases to be warm
When my breathing goes unheard
When my pulse is still.
Goodbye.