To A Breathless Oblivion

he chairs been kicked a rope tied to the rafters blue faced and broken

necked i sigh relieving my vision from the sick mocking stare of the hated

sun burning the sky slumped like a headless scarecrow cold and limp

against the wall blood paints a pattern of rorschach's design thawing

the winter that burdens this heart shit stained and shameful an exit in

disgrace not a splash but just a ripple left i end this life in vain in the dead

of the darkness i breach the still lake toward the reflection of the moon

the night colored liquid arresting my lungs finally at peace in this watery

tom destroy this fragile body to be gorged upon by worms not a splash but

just a ripple is left in the wake of my merciless scorn beyond those cursed

stars above lies that answer that i seek on the backs of bullets rides my name

longing to kiss my cheek resentfully decline retire this hated life without

guilt i break these veins carved with salvation's knife turn not away avert

not your face this is how it was meant to be in silence found hanging there

'bove a pool of waste the beauteous workings of morality no one can truly

touch another parallel never to cross pointless fumbling sad mistake only

capable of pain