La Petite Mort


Sit in the swirling silence;

the darkness breathes across my skin.

The moonlight paints the world in silver,

All the stars you see are dead.

The air contains a memory;

something special that I’ll forget.

This night is thick with all our choices,

I cannot waste a single breath.

You remind me of all I left behind;

the beauty that used to be belief.

I’m gone—my mind is silent screaming,

“Oh fuck—ohgodnoplease.”

My mistakes taste like honey;

like a poison painted on my mouth.

I’ve given in, you’ll kill me any moment,

but I only need this one small death.