Far…Farther

What drug will release me from this endless suffering? What have I done to deserve it? Was I a heinous villain in my past lives? Or are my self-perceived good acts actually abruptly atrocious ones? On my phone I see the face of death. He stares coldly at me as I write. His chin has decayed wrinkles and his mouth is lipless. His eyes are hidden behind a black veil and white letters. His neck is robust and I can see the strength in his shoulders. His impression is smudged on my phone’s screen. It would seem my fingers know what I truly desire. But again I ask, what drug will release me from this endless suffering?

…

take me away

across Lake Superior

beyond the city of Lansing

under the Mackinaw Bridge

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take me away

far from the Arizonan deserts

from the baking heat of misery

outside of the bustling city

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take me away

out of the pain I feel

scrape the sorrow from my heart

grind the anxiety into dust

…

take me away

away from the possibility of love

hide me from falsehood

stave off the oppressors

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take me away

let there be no more family

isolate me into oblivion

shelter me from togetherness

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take me away

beyond the meadows of my mind

past the bashful bushes within

away from the haunting hills on the horizon

…

take me away

I loathe this life

why must I be a paradox?

the goal of “nullification” is sublime

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take me away

until I can no longer understand myself

never again do I wish to be heard from

ever gone with the brisk winds

…

take me away

three minutes ‘til dinner

six hours before my slumber

nineteen more years of nightmares awaits

…

ABSOLUTE AND TRUE LOVE.

-Sir Contra