A Sunny Day In May
I took my life on a sunny day in May for no other reason than I was tired...
Tired of the blackness of my heart,
The loneliness I can never explain
And the incessant chatter in my mind
Tired of the futility of believing anything is pure, or true
Or that Love could find in me,
A glimmer of something worth saving
Tired of the feebleness, the wavering, and the indecision
Tired of the crushing weight of relentless regret,
The rage of existence without purpose,
And the indifference of irrelevance
I know you don’t understand I don’t expect it,
But I long for it all the same
For an embrace that would consume me,
And devour my shame
But you cannot meet me here on this broken path
All hope burned to ashes
I glare desperately through the dark glass
As storms gather in the distance
And those I loved, and who I wished I had become
Passed before the eyes of my wretched heart
And I, finally alone in the cold silence,
Remain forever chained in madness,
Speechless in my oblivion
Beyond the reach...
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