NOVEMBER

all within is still as death
skin tingling with every breath
flash of light on a silver razor
do it deep and it will all be over

deeper this time, further still
sorrow beats the force of will
unsure of where the pain begins
losing even the simplest of dreams

slowly slipping into the abyss
aching for loves gentle kiss
an end is only wishful thinking
too hopeless to be numbed by drinking

desperately searching for an escape
turning out the lights, closing the drapes
tears spilling in desperate surrender
release can't be found in this lonely november

hidden safely in the drawer is the razor
seeming the answer to both death and life
a walk might help the wounds to mend
tears quickly freezing against the wind

bright lights line the empty street
they are just another marker of my defeat
sitting silently at the grave in the cemetery
one more night alone just another of many