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Love letters of a grey day

Today dressed in grey
like an ancient tombstone lying over me
I see
all my suicide notes, lined up neatly,
are but love letters to death
a longing to go home
but I can't make it happen
I'm trapped in a trap and
fear is a leash
pull - it will tighten

A rotting palm silences
an outlandish vibe embraces
"If you're not going to do it
don't whine, child..."
I know something died inside of me
that day
when I tripped and broke my heart
against the sharp rocks on the beach
Love was dead and death... not yet.
I have been a ghost since...

Enjoying the little things...
I gaze up at the pine trees
surrounding me like sickly needles
And I watch the sea at night
While I'm hiding in my dreams
All by myself, there is no one out there
who quite gets the mechanisms
of our kind...
We each have our own brand
of insanity
and I can't find anyone
quite like me.