It would take me several days to write
A tangible account of my deadened life.
But it would be too late by then
Some days would bring a change of heart.
Is it provocative to write about death
More than to write about life?
What do you gain by reading this
In the anonymity of your room?
Are you closer to me now or
Do you now know nothing?
I will tell you a secret, regrettably so
Our lives are a mess.
End them in the arms of the one you love.