Death

Death for me 

Is a pleasant dream

My soul is spilling 

Dark ink seeping 

Out of every crack

In my broken heart

It isn’t heartbreak

This is emptiness 

Full encompassing emptiness

Like an arid desert 

Or the moon in the sky

This is the emptiness of a glass

A child knocks over 

Playing with toys

Every vein in my body screams

It feels like I’ve swallowed

An oceans worth of salt water

Thoughts like razor blades 

Shallow cuts all over me

Letting the ink seep 

Out into the world

Is this the end?

Oh how I hope so 

The ink is drowning me 

It’s not long now

This poem is about: 
Me

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