someone i am is waiting

these days i'm surrounded by poison. it's in the water, the air, in th blood, i feel it down to my bones. and somehow this weary being keeps moving deep into the darkness, hands clinched, afraid of the dark and all thats in it. one must come to wonder, will there come a day when she stops? will there come a day when the blackness will be too thick and crush her into self concluded oblivion? there is much to come but yet one must ask, is tomorrow getting better?

what if i promised to be okay, if you'd just let me fall? what if i told you that letting me go would save me? what if it were okay to let me die? and if the answers were all still "no" and you would not let me shuffle off the mortal coil, would you stay by my side through the sickness? this sickness that is the slow terminal dying away of a beautiful and tragic soul...

where are the angels... is anyone weeping for this?

because i'm so tired... just so tired...