Every single one of them were gone
X marked the spot where the last one had died
That seemed such a minor thing at the time, and yet
It was the beginning of the end for the rest of us
Now I stand here to make another monument
Chiseling an X using my fingernails on the spot I stand
This is where the last of us will take their final breathe
Outside she was closed, boarded up with locks and everything
People passing by saw there was absolutely no way in
Except that one guy that came by every day and sat there and listened
Now they are each other’s happily ever after
Raise the top part of the dwelling
Or the outer ceiling, the outer ceiling, the outer ceiling is on fire
Or that thing about a more folksy violinist on the shingles
For one last one, You’re what? Tin Parapet! Rusted!
Knowing hands twisted and tied the thick cords with ease
Noting where the rope had begun to fray
Outside the wind began to howl, which he thought fitting
There was no better accompaniment when at the gallows
Can’t believe that gross internet myth
Really? You’ll eat a dozen spiders as you sleep over your lifetime?
And to disprove this point I set up a video camera to record me sleeping
Watching the video, and we can see here that…wait, four, five, what the!!!!!!
Love of all that is holy! I’m going to be…
Outside, the darkness was pierced by the full moon
Making the fallen leaves look hauntingly surreal
It was then we she heard the sound of something approaching
Nearer it got, the faster it seemed to be moving, the louder it became, the harder her heart beat
Old primal fears rose from the depths of her hindbrain. She began to flee the sound
Undulating ground eventually caught her foot causing her to sprawl to the ground
Still, the sounds were getting closer, faster, louder.
So many options to pick from, Dan pondered his choices
High tops, cowboy boots, moccasins, loafers
Or sandals, flip-flops, or maybe his purple Crocs
Eveline slipped on her sensible clack flats and left.
She wasn’t going to be late to the party. Men!
Finding themselves adrift among the waves of emotion
Lifted by the manic highs then dropped into the depressed lows
Oblivious to what used to be normal and peacefully flat
As they bobbed along, unable to control their emotional path
That was when they contemplated letting go and sinking into eternal oblivion to make it stop
Normally I don’t post more after a poem, but I want everyone to be careful. Most of the time we can float through our lives and manage what storms are sent our way. For some, they are ready to let go. If you are one of those wondering if it is worth holding on, please first call the suicide prevention hotline: 800-273-8255. It is worth that one last chance to find an anchor.
Making passionate love to my soul
Under the vibrating cones of the massive speakers
Sound crashing out in waves and washing over me
It transports me to a place of tranquility
Carrying the problems of the world away for a small bit of time
Hoping they wouldn’t find you as you snuck into the graveyard.
It might be foolish to go there during a zombie apocalypse, but…
Days had gone by since it had started. This might be the safest place.
Except you didn’t expect there would be late risers!
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