Suicide of my former self:
Standing on a hilltop
I suck out my poison
Cracked porcelain
falls and smashes
Memories and actions
float past me on a winter breeze
My wounds were my solace
Now that I'm healed,
there's nothing left to feel
Ombre shades
fill the sky as they leave my soul
Lighter and lonelier
I hug myself
Love...
the torment and the fight
In the absence of darkness
there is light