Backyard at NoonNo thoughts at all.Mechanical.Secure the rope to the branch.Too many thoughts already.Time for thoughts has passed.Branch of the old oak tree,between tire swing and bird feeder.Squirrels have been at the bird seed again.The birds won\'t have anything come winter.Not that it matters.Nothing matters.There is no meaning.An old apple crate,found it in the garage.It should hold.It needn\'t hold for long.Is this right?Do I care?No. There is no right.Take the step.Hesitate.Feel the coarseness of the rope.Revel in it.It is time.Kick the crate away..Snap! Taut.Vision blurs.Fading.Darkness,blackness.Peace.
Drowning In NothingDrowningIn white noiseInvisible bubble of viscus fluidTranslucentDistemporalLungs filled with silenceIsolationDrowning
Do You Hear the VoicesAlways far, never nearThere is nothing left but fearAnd they will hunt you to the endAnd like a willow branch you'll bendUntil you break, until you severAlways thought you were so cleverBut they've been in your head foreverParanoia brings your end
Lord of the NightBlack roses on blood red bed sheets layIn the shadows he is waiting silentlyBlack panther in the dark of nightHidden, hiding, from the lightHis presence calls me,and I melt into his armsHis shroud of darkness surrounds me,never fearing any harmUntil that night he\'ll finally carry me awayWhen nevermore will I live to see the light of day