Suicide
Frozen flames
Freeze my vital organs
Slowing my heart
Restricting my lungs
Quiet deeds are remembered
As I wake
Standing now
I see nothing
The air is thick and vile
And there is no light.
Suddenly
As if opening my eyes again
I see the black and white checkered walls
Of a small
Yet eerily infinite room
I reach out to support myself
Against what appears to be the closest wall
But I cannot make contact
My hand appears to go through the pattern
But there is no other side
I am not alseep.
A door appears. . .
Opens slowly
And a low fog steps through.
I am alone.
I pause and stare
At the open door
Before I move.
I take a cautious step. . .
but do not move.
I run. . .
the distance between me and the door
remains the same.
I try again. . .
no change.
I scream
To let out all
The frustration building;
but there is no sound,
I have only my thinking voice.
I fall
To the checkered floor,
Never reaching it
I just. . .
fall. . .
Into a black square,
Suspended in nothing.
I can not see.
I begin to give up;
Pretend. . .
try dying.
I am not living.
I hear a voice.
Deep. . .
like the rolling thunder.
His voice echoes
From every direction
But he is near.
I look,
Left. . .
Right,
It all seems the same
What's the matter?
He asks in a tone
That is the rumble of an earthquake.
I do not anwer.
There is no reason to.
He knows. . .
Everything.
I just listen.
What's wrong. . .
I though this
Is what you wanted!
He appears. . .
A red gleam
In the dark.
Take my hand child,
I'm your only friend now.
