Tue, 08/05/2014 - 01:41 -- klurrr

There are nights

I wish that the world would end

that I could slip between the cracks of a broken earth

spiral into a depth of dark and damp and cool

have my eyes eternally closed,

away from all the wind and the storms and the sadness.


“You have not caused this”

I whisper excuses to myself as I sit before the altar

sacrificing time for the quick relief of becoming dust

begging silently for whoever runs this place

to let me sleep until a new sun forms,

until my breath is once again needed to sustain you.





I have those days as well, but we have to keep moving. You expressed that gloomy feeling perfectly.

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