The cup is half-full,
Half-full of emptiness.
It’s gone, what was there,
What was filling the other half.
Swirling inside my brain;
Numb.
Fuzzy, yet alert.
Thoughts race endlessly.
I’m chasing the train,
But it’s going too fast.
I stop.
I am drowning.
Drowning in the need,
Drowning in the lust.
Ah…satisfaction.
Sweet satisfaction.
Fire burns inside of me,
Beneath the skin;
Desire.
Oh, the sweet blood of life.
It flows in my veins,
Quenches my thirst,
Escaping from the crevice
Between parted lips.
Falling into oblivion,
The endless silence screams.
Fear brings a halt
To frozen blood beneath the skin.
Death.
No, no death.
Only uncertainty.
I am caught between worlds,
Of which I do not know.
Understanding is beyond me.
No such thing
As light and dark.
Crying.
I hear crying.
Weeping in the blackest night.
I smile and I feel joy,
Joy at the sound of your heart,
Shattered in the realm between.
I quiver.
Oh, the joy of pain.
The wound in my chest
Bleeds like a river.
I laugh with sick satisfaction,
Raising blood-stained fingers
To my lips; I taste again.
Darkness.
It seeps from beyond,
Beyond the borders of in-between.
I’m sucked into the blackest hole.
Stars twinkle at me mockingly.
But still I laugh,
For they feel no emotions.
I am human. I laugh again!
Then turn my head and weep.
I am human.
Perfectly imperfect. I hurt you.
I feel remorse. I fell guilt.
The stars laugh.
Death.
Beautiful Death!
Oh death, the part of life
That we have not experienced.
We fear, we crave.
The gate-keeper watches,
A twinkle in her eye.
Oh, to know what lies beyond!
She counts another soul.