Death is calling to me
As giggles roll through my body,
As I fail at something new,
As I look over at the nobody
That fills the whole room.
He whispers to me,
While busyness unfolds into nothingness,
And too much noise shuts the doors into silence,
My reflection growing more grotesque
As I transform from plaintive to violent.
Death sits with me,
Watches my dreams,
And I sleep in his arms,
He says we’re on the same team—
I fall for his charm.
I can cry silently in a room full of people,
Write about suicide in buildings with steeples,
Fear the highs because I anticipate the lows,
Consumed by this Giant, as the madness grows.
Death counts with me
As minutes barely pass.
Then suddenly weeks are lost,
And he’s been counting down till I crash,
And I’ve been double-crossed.
Absently Searching 