Day: August 5, 2014

I fancy the thought of flight;
A metal blade gliding swiftly through my flesh,
Opening a streak of red ocean.

I fancy the thought of do-or-die;
Crippled by the impact,
Barely able to open my eyes.

I fancy the thought of silenced pain;
Eyes wide open but,
There is nothing to say.

I fancy the thought of a heart, broken;
Crimson red drops of blood,
But I love it that way.

So deeply caught up in my own world,
I’d fancy the thought;
I wish my heart would just stop.