Am I dead yet?
Feign silk and plastic
Am I calescent?
Drain blood and marrow
Annihilation is not the conclusion
Releasing falsehoods like helium kites
A festival of celebrated destruction
Death at my own hand
Shimmering mirage of fascination
A purple lake, too superficial to wade across the shore
Save me
Wishing with coins tossed in a fountain of black
Water dripping in rhythm to the tune of desire
Swaying boughs of a deciduous forest
Unconstrained and illusory labyrinth
Suicide, is a delusion
Yearn to sleep swathed in its affection
Am I dead yet?
Feign silk and plastic
Am I calescent?
Drain blood and marrow
