I was in a large city on a sunny day. It was warm, but there was a cool breeze. I was walking through the park with someone I loved and saw a flower. It was beautiful and I said, “Wait here.” I went to pick it for her and as I pulled up the flower the ground beneath me shattered like glass. I fell into a pit. The pit was obsidian lined with black diamond. It was round and polished so that I could see the surface in the reflections on the walls. I saw the people I cared about shake their heads and walk […]
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Obsidian
Death is a natural process of which i long for day and night.
oh, my beloved Death, i know your change initiates delight.
Taking my own life tonight seems so right.
Death, you precious obsidian jewel, transform my darkness into inner light. Through the process of my bodies dissolution, i know i’ll feel all right. Bring me home tonight!
for i can’t tolerate the un-natural, and that is what suicide is. if it were not so, my lovely death would become my bride at midnight. i suppose i’ll have to patient and say my prayers; oh wonderful and magnificent Death, when will you take this […]