Suicide

i see myself drown in the pools of your eyes
their cold Unknowing pricking me awake, alive

in this dead-blackness

i drift unable to sleep
or accept the gravity of The Fall

(My Fall)

where into
i know not at all

unchartered Hell or
abandoned Heaven

i do not care

i am fine

i am able to float above my head
where sanity crashes loud and proud

against the inside of my cracked skull

curiously, Love has shown no such violence
none of the strong pained thrashing

in the porous, crumbling catacombs of the heart

has it come to know that like a common leaf
in the tree of your existence

it is browned by Time, cracked by the Seasons?

though surviving your unfeeling caress
so like condescending breaths of a fleeting summer breeze,

is as much a half-hearted victory i barely deserve
as the way you witness my recurring suicide