Not so much poetry as a mixture of feelings and emotions. But oh well...

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to run a long shiny silver
blade through creamy white skin. Watching as a thin red line appears and
watching as it grows and drips it redness down your wrist?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to jump frrom the tallest
mountain, the highest building or the largest cliff you could find.
Actually living the nightmare of falling as you jump into nothingness as
you waith for your inevitable impact?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to hold the cold steel of a
barrel to your head. Feeling its coldness against your skin as you
pulled down on it's trigger waiting to feel that split second it
pentrates your mind and you become nothing at all?
Have you ever wondered it would be like to swallow a thousand tablets
and feel them slide down your throat. Knowing they will slowly disolve
in your stomach before releasing their toxins into your body and
realising that if you went to sleep you might never wake up?
Have you ever wondered why you let your heart go, gave it to someone
fully before realising that this person might whip it through a blender
a few times? That this person might not be so sure of their love for as
you are of yours for them.

I have.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Khepary, in the year 86 MA.