Dreamy Waters
(or: Suicide)
We desire peace when we feel dead or bad.
In a happy hour, we never think of suicide.
In a bad one, it’s sleep or death.
Like a fire, the only peace it gives
are ashes…!
Death-day, is a short day, one that
You’ll never wake up to say:
“Boy, those were dreamy waters!”
No: 2801 (9-24-2010)
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