Tag: Suicide

  • insomnia   

    I see you in those early hours.   Been Asleep—for a little while   Knowing your face,   seeing nothing.   As I chase your runaway cadaver   Through fields of broken glass.  Your shapeless sunken eyes   Sadden me.  Mausoleum door is closed,  Yet We seem so alive.   Running from memories,  Let me rest for a moment.  Breathing in sweet orange gases   You are numb,  …