sometimes,
i want to die.
i want to curl up
with a little suicide,
snuggle deep in what comfort sleep might keep.
it seems to me
that death might be
a neat package with a final bow,
close my eyes and keep them closed.

but death doesnt Know.

and i wouldnt find rest.
because there is no rest,
when you dont exist.

and so, i wont go,
because of this intractable hope
and curiosity.

03/25/2013

Posted on 03/25/2013
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