A Wishful Ending

Unseasonal cold air is blowing in
I welcome it gladly
I beckon it to caress my skin
Just so I can feel… anything.
If I had the energy
I’d walk from my front door
Across the green, through the estate
And leave the rabble behind
I’d walk and walk until my ears
Could only distinguish the screaming
And traffic as a distant hum
Only then would I be prepared
To lay down in the dewy grass
To anoint my body with a substance
So pure, I’d perhaps bless
All the evil that is in me
It could penetrate my veins
And purify the poison
I’ve allowed to flow for so long
That is my dream
I could die in peace
With distant sounds of human life
Representing the very thing
I couldn’t manage to be part of

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