The Closest I'Ll Come To Suicide Is Smoking Alone

A faint scarlet glow behind me Allows me to see the lines Supporting me Beyond the lines Silhouettes fall from the sky Creating a gentle rhythm to match the winds I’ll follow this piper wherever he leads A small patch of sea below Calm in the turn Only to awake in the undertow Rippled glass Flowing Calls to me Silent sirens sing for me to fall A slower decent Glows from the tips Of my fingers. Hanging across the lines That keep me from her. Its ashes scatter. Leaving to tell her I have already answered their call. They boast to her, “It is easier to deceive when they think you are giving something in return”