Originally posted on Thursday, December 04, 2008 on myspace.com
Looking at my hands, my feet, my shirt, my jeans.
All these things that belong to me.
Feeling very happy, sad, obtuse, insane.
While I carefully dissociate pain.
Looking at the stars, the street, the grass, the night.
Feeling like I’ve fought a good fight.
Letting the fear disperse, reduce, subside, move on.
The affinity for life I once had is gone.
Death’s not so scary, unexplained, intrusive, or quick.
It’s just the end, the cure for the sick.