The drive

The wish

The need

The want

The plea

To be numb

To be empty

But not to sleep

For in sleeping

You dream

Just to be numb

To hide in emptiness

To wrap yourself

In that last

Shred of agony

That blissful peace

Where there’s nothing

And no one

Who can reach you

To hide from

The pale "wisdom"

They want to force

You to accept

To disappear

But not to die

For in dying

The gentle blackness

Would be lost

That small piece

Of who you were

And who you are

Will be snuffed

And lie forgotten

In cold stone

Where numbly it

Will stay forever

Never to be alive

Never to be felt

Never to be protected

By you

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