feeling less urge

without being really down or depressed my mind still lingers towards death
driving in the car i think of crashing
smoking my sigaret i think of suicide
walking the street i think of confrontations to the death
looking at the people around me i think of death

and even when all seems clear and nice
i find myself wandering back to death

even now i think of death, in a way that is not like suicide

i preserve my energy for death
i look at my hands and see death
and in my dreams, even those good ones
i die.

inevetable death haunts me
and for all that it is worth
i have found some kind of peace in it
not to say that the moment of dying will be one of a peacefull mind.

i long for the little death
the loving one
but i rarely think of that
those things are sacred and holy magic
and few will ever know what i mean or what it feels like

and all that i really want is so simple and small
yet unobtainable it seems

sweet dreams my friends and daughters
my love who will never know
and maybe in that,
i'll never know

love life and love death
for it is the only sure thing

sweet dreams.
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