Come.
Steal away my agony and pain.
Bear me to a place fair to look upon
And leave me there to the glowing starlight.
Leave me to the butterflies that float upon the caressing breezes.
Leave me to the jewel of a sun,
Lying majestically on its blue cushion of silk.
Come.
Come to me as the hours grow long.
Come as summer falls to the anger of winter.
Come as the sun hides behind a thin white curtain.
Come,
For my need is great.
But you will not come to me,
Won’t leave your past life.
I live only in your dreams.
In life,
I fade.
The sun holds no more joy;
I no longer welcome its bright enchantments.
The butterflies lie still.
I can see no more.
Go.
Die.
Go from the world,
Don’t look back:
There is no one there for you.
How dare you imprison me in this living Hell?
I am a prisoner of my
Thoughts,
Actions,
Dreams.
I cling to my last breath.
Slowly,
Your life ebbs away.
All is still.
I see.
We die.
