Life and death blur inside of me...fear is foreign

while life courses strong in my veins,

muscles taught at work mind strained almost

snapping...playing a tune

or dirge spanning emotions' abysses instruments' sounds

converge, dance with my soul and strangle my doubts--

but the idle hours spent alone

with nothing but a pen, some paper...keyboard only friend

you will know eventually that you will never be alone

I am with you, have been you, may be you now

mired in silence waiting...for morbid thoughts...

waiting to contemplate death

looking for a way out sneaky suicide to escape the sensation...

it is pain to die more intolerable to spin...spin...crash

out of control knowing the end might be here...feeling it come

agony as I feel you bleed out of this world.