Sweet Grass

You sit around
Waiting for the clock to tick
To the hour of choice
You long for

Nothing seems usefull
Everyday is empty
A pointless attempt
To gather with the masses

It fills you with dread
You want it to clear
Disperse with a helping hand

But you're lost
In the constant chaos
Your mind dwells in

Remnants of desire
Of a life long past
Gleam like a precious stone
Unattainable to you

You watch the time pass
As heavy eye lids lift
To see a broken sky

Pain stricken
Heart thunders from your chest
A fresh razor glides easily and deep
Up from your wrist

Red seeps and gushes
Falling to the grass
The lush green has never been more appealing
You burrie your face into it

Sniffing the aroma of the earth
As your last breath escapes you
What sweet darkness you have found
To finally be free in