sombre

poesy one

i know you, oh beautiful death.
you stand at the edge of the room, waiting, your fingers brushing the walls, tracing lines like veins, like roots. i can feel you.
closer every day.
i am quiet, so quiet now. there is nothing left to say. nothing left to think.
it doesn't matter. none of it matters.

the sky is flat today.
gray.
pressed against my chest, squeezing the breath from me, until i am empty.
again.
i have been here before, this place of hollow, of absence.
you are always with me.
we circle each other. we dance this slow, silent dance.
there is no escape, no hurry.
we both know how it ends.

i touch my skin.
cold.
it doesn’t feel like mine anymore.
everything slips away.
thoughts, memories, all of it leaking out, pooling at my feet,
useless, wasted, gone.

i lie here and listen to the quiet.
no more struggle, no more fight.
i watch the ceiling.
the cracks.
they spread like webs,
like the veins in my wrists,
thin, fragile.

there’s a beauty in it, isn’t there?
how everything falls apart so quietly.
how nothing really matters in the end.
dust to dust.
we are nothing.

but i know you, beautiful death.
you take me by the hand, and there’s no fear.
just
relief.

and i will dissolve.
become a part of the nothingness.
it’s alright.
it’s all alright.