Death

she wants death

Fuzzy feeling, screeching sounds

Emptiness

She wants nothing

Nothing but all the wrong to invade her,

Engulf her,

Destroy her with one swift blow.

She’s drinking those dark waters

She’s carrying them like a trophy

She’s poisoned outside, living inside

Not able to let anything out, because it’s on her skin

And voice

And smile.

Screeching, fuzzy, warm

Cold, starving,

Expelling

It’s all the same

Death and life

It’s a malaise that covers you like a warm blanket,

It’s a dressing of fear and anguish and terror

It’s on you but no one can see it,

It’s death and life

And cold, dark, light.