by Kristabella
rage
grief pain despair
seeping
through the cracks
in
the night
my
demon voices sing to me
a
dark angels whisper
words
like flames
running
along my skin
so
easy
a
knife a gun
so
easy
sleeping
pills
so
easy
to
let go
to
surrender
so
easy
to
stand on the edge
and
fall
into
the darkness
the
quiet
the
silence
so
easy
to
be nothing
so
easy
to
fall
and
never come back
so
easy.
May 17, 2001