By Lee
Date: 17 December 1998

Death

As I walk alone,
The wind cuts my skin
Like a knife with no conscience.
I feel a definite need to die 
Out in the open with the trees
Standing over me,
Darkening my path.

With my ice-covered despair,
I keep telling myself
No one wants me.
Uncomfortable, like eating glass,
My steps become a little 
Less certain.
I sit in the snow,
And let it seep into my skin.

My heart is slush.
The snowflakes fall around me,
And I collapse to the ground.
I allow the weather to gnaw at my body
As a pack of wild dogs would do.
I'm certain to be stabbed
With the sharp gusts of air.
My heart reduces its rhythm
Like an inconstant dripping faucet.
Any second now I'll be no more.

My eyes drift to the ash sky,
And it pushes on my sunken chest.
Nature wants me to live.
I want the opposite.
But it's too late.
I'm asleep...dreaming...
Of the love I never had.