How To Die


Darkness looms 
on folded wings
cold and undeniable.

But its flight stalls, 
as life rages on.

Red Infection flares
in your pale blood,
your tired heart savaged
by thin assassins. 

Should you go now
into Dylan’s good night
where faint stars 
call softly to your wasted soul?



the gentle void
deeply breathe dark waters,
and all your pain will drown
in a sudden flood of 




fierce soul shrinks
from this gracious night;

You fight for bitter light. 

Raw pain is better
than vacuous rest
In death’s stark nest.


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