Am I dead yet?
Feign silk and plastic

Am I calescent?
Drain blood and marrow

Annihilation is not the conclusion
Releasing falsehoods like helium kites
A festival of celebrated destruction
Death at my own hand

Shimmering mirage of fascination
A purple lake, too superficial to wade across the shore

Save me

Wishing with coins tossed in a fountain of black
Water dripping in rhythm to the tune of desire
Swaying boughs of a deciduous forest
Unconstrained and illusory labyrinth

Suicide, is a delusion
Yearn to sleep swathed in its affection

Am I dead yet?
Feign silk and plastic
Am I calescent?
Drain blood and marrow