Thursday, March 5, 1992

The sun lies bleeding;
The sky a pool of blood-
I long for perfect darkness.

The night is wild,
And the trees are alive
Dancing with the wind and rain.

The sun is dead;
The sky is cold, and dark
Forever, and I am still alive.

I scream to the wind:
This life - how simple
an answer for so much pain.

My knees find earth
Beneath them: to end this
Endless life, I pray for Death.

Not death
Which is a doorway into life,
But nothing, eternal and cold.

What thief is
This? Death, why
Send your son? I sleep.

A dawn is rising
I prayed to never see,
But find I have not died.

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