Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Listen for noises
In a deadly silent house
Nothing sounds-
Quiet as a mouse.
Quick, into your drawer you reach
Pull out a pocket knife
And a bottle of pain relief.
Get out of bed-
Tiptoe in the dark
Corridor and down the stairs.
And find what what you were looking for
(a bottle to end the night)
And return to your quarters
Leave everything as before.
Silently, quickly, pull up your sleeve,
Run the blade down
Scared flesh and squeeze,
Bite down hard to stop the scream
As blood flows free
From its skin-tight prison.
Nothing to stop you now
Cry and cry
Run the blade down your
Arms, wrists, legs
Again and again
Until you are the blood.
Covered in blood
You shake and moan
Quietly you reach for
The pills, pop the cap
And down a few
Dozen aspirin, Tylenol, tranquilizers
Wash it down with
Shots of vodka
(the last deadly cocktail of your life)
You fall into a daze
Memories of pain all
Just a blurry haze
Of darkened rooms
And bloody moons
You fall asleep,
To peace at last.
Never remember
How your last hours
Past.