Standing Staring Blankly at a Hollow Sky
Died, today, or recently, can’t recall
Suicide, awake, alive, still breathing
So afraid of what is not clearly mine
Demons whispering, shrieking, stalking me
Stillness quietly escapes from my mind
Flee, and run away, hide inside myself
Life won’t miss what I never leave behind
January 26, 2004
Wellington, New Zealand
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