Darkness

In the dark shadows of a distorted mind a wind blows across your forehead, pain races to the finger tips of your soul to leave a vacant space where your memories once stood.Fences that must be climbed are just an obstacle to the path of sadness, don't stand still you will be eaten by the hole you have dug for yourself, cold earth is a reminder of the way we came. Climb in be taken, this is not the time to hesitate or are you afraid the end is near and you will not find your way home. Don't be afraid pull the trigger,drink the wine, death will be final, no more torment no more wind, does death seem so bad?