the heart, a dagger.

"i've been studying myself for years,
so i know what i mean when i say i'm a plauge.
with every gasp i complete
with my back arched,
releasing my breath like that before a passionate kiss...
i should dispose of myself immediately,
destroy myself.
as long as i've been waiting to die,
time seems to only be going slower
as if i'm supposed to be here and cause pain
to myself with memories and actions of honesty and passion.
honestly and passionately,
i'm too weak to end my own life,
hope isnt what keeps me alive,
it's procrastination."

so when the lovely sky develops beautiful clouds
and that moment where nothing speaks,
he can admitt that he isnt taking life for granted,
at least for that moment.
"i suppose i'll return to this."