nothingness has a grip on me yet again
torn to peices
in my man made pool of hell
i close my eyes to escape
to the darkness
where i am comfortable and whole
but even the faintest candle light
peirces thru my eyes
like ugly rays of sunshine
searching for a hiding spot
i see a glimer reflected
in the candle light
i reach out to the end
for the comfort and silence of death
where at last i shall be one with eternal darkness
as the crimson escence of my being falls to the floor
no tears
no goodbyes
but before the end comes
one last thought...
"tis better this way"
