Temporary Suicide

6:12pm – 6:22pm 8-15-07

I welcome sleep like my

Temporary suicide.

Death is present behind my

Closed eyes.

My dreams. My nightmares.

They cause me to stir as if

the beginnings of rigor mortis.

My covers encase me

Like a casket.

My room, my tomb.

My day slides away,

Like the pulse from my body.

I am still.

I am quiet.

I am dead.

As dead to the world as I can be.

When morning approaches,

I awake,

Like a vampire out for his hunt.

My alarm is my

Savior.

Restoring me life and breath.

My blood races, bringing forth

Heat.

I leave the mausoleum,

And stalk off,

Awaiting my next

Fatal attempt.