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Snow Dragon

tricked into feeling, but not like myself
running my fingers over these bruised open sores
conjured by self allocated lethal injections
see my reflection within snow white powder
watch it vanish into prismatic hallucinations.

gazing through this all seeing eye
stroking the gray clouded visions
wanting so much to cause this pain
wanting so much more for complete release
trotting along the path of the snow dragon.

a fire breathing powder, the trail i leave behind
for my beloved death to so swiftly follow.
with etchings cut upon lines of glass
a high designed to feel so low
burying myself in an avalanche of sorrow.

filling these free flowing veins, a single prick
makes the soul feel so deep and hollow
an intoxicating tease making the mind realize
that lines cut upon sliver only lead to lies
but it feels so damn good i want to die.

take away this devil incarnate
can't live another day, needle in hand
tracing the lines of the tracks release
drowning in contempt for the things
about myself buried inside unbearable hatred.

with tightened fists the fingers grow numb
holding life's breath until the feelings have faded.
searching every path to sate my growing hunger
contemplated, buried within a free falling snowbank
realizing that out of everything life has to offer

� � � � death, in the mind, is the least complicated...