Suicide Tuesday

Eyes wide, dialated, pulsing Feeling all the joy being annihilated and watching it mount fruitlessly through me then to die again as quickly as a breath A restless mind with voracious thoughts rushing through my synapses agony on multiplelevels like so many stairs ona spiral case colliding with conciousness, that river of despair Flowing warm vitae that runs cold After reaching insanity's berg crashing like the wave's crest that ebbsas the would be bliss