I see the white wall in front of me,

staring at me,

waiting, just waiting, for me to take the hit,

Laughing, cackling,

with words that stab me endlessly.

I finally walk up to it with no voice in my head,

nothing forcing me to stop.

I lay the hands that have done me wrong on it,

I tilt my head back with nothing to glimmer it.

Something telling me to do it,

just do it. 

I finally lunge my head the white platform,

in one hit.

Then another, 

then another.

I keep going as I feel the warm river streaming down te cold skin.

I then stop as I fall next to my new friend,

the  sweet smell of ecstacy singing through tunnels,

the nectar touching the cold, soft cushions of love.

The tast of forgetfulness is my new passion,

It laughs.

I laugh along with it,

as the burning, cracking, and singing taunts me, 

I laugh once more,

having the voices come back,

laughing along with me.

Everything starts to fade into freedom,

as I look up at my new friend,

once white now red.

Goodbye friend,

for having me forget me.