'Be my angel.'

Despising surreptitious minds that fall outside my eyes, Reaping every thing i do, or what i leave behind. Quarrelsome i find i come, brimming with impressions, Of anger, rage and sorrow... my conceptual misconceptions. For i am not really sad... least, i am not crying. i'm simply sick of every day being nothing more than trying! It tries upon my frail frame that so bends with every jeer, Although i smile and carry on, i am not ‘happy’, here! Twisting up my bloodstone, i sit upon my grave, Awaiting expectations to be written on this crumbly grey, But no words yet, there is time left for this fault filled failing man, If you love me, kill me... will any of you understand?! i guess the answer will be no.  It’s what i would assume, But still these vines of hatred keep climbing into view! Rejoice in steely tremblings, my collapse is nigh, believe, The heart attack you sent my way, has proved i was naive! Terror in my ink, the red does calm my dives, Deciding that it’s time to quit, it’s hardly a surprise! Trailing in my perdition, the prism for my mind, A parallel of hell itself, the pain reflects, forever mine. Dissuade the final torture by offering my soul, i cannot take another moment suffering with this woe! Terminate my future, please take away my wings, It’s time you made this easy, and end this suffering! Grow beyond the curtain, find the window in your soul, Let me stay inside a while and warm away this cold. Hatred fly before me, turn back to whence you came, i know i could be happy, if you promise you might stay. It’s a lot to ask, i’m sorry... but, i need you here with me, Everyday i’m weaker, but with you i know death will be sweet. A bitter end, perhaps! ... yet, we’ll smile for the now. And when i’m gone we’ll meet again, someday, somehow! Written March 22nd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 02:10 AM PST, harry luck    0 • 10