One last time.

As i am dying while still alive , the blood coagulates while running inside ,
and i feel the hands of distorted emotions , encompass my entire physical presence,
limiting its freedom and that of mind , cutting the wings of hope , as it flies by.

My solitude now is alone inside this me , waiting for an escape to the outside ,
to throng among smiles and veils alike , and to be held by forces unknown , yet ,
comforting to this sordid liasion , the only getaway which comes running , always .

Lost in the hope of death-destination , i embrace the feeling of ceasing to exist ,
to feel at peace with my friend here , and everything involuntary is easier now ,
so small and so big are the divisions , in this voluntary repose of my vain being .

i stand inside my head , look at me , one last time ,

and jump into the never-more and never-less , while already dead....