May 2014

I will go into a hole

a deep abyss

wet or dry?

dark or light?

drained, not elated

I will be gone

I will be graced with nothing

I will be buried by copious amounts of air dirt and water

I will be complete with nothing added

I will be completed with silence in mind

a black hole ignited with color

a void that I would welcome

a hell so heavenly I would float into it willingly

a palace not envied

but a place better than here.



5/3/14 Death