Beclouded mind
Blueprints of a dying soul
Channeling dreams through nothingness.

Confined heart,
Trembling heart
Pumping intangible pain—

Intangible pain
That is more tangible
Than your fingers on my cheeks.

Am I alive?
Am I dreaming?
Am I afloat?

Atop myself?
Atop dreams?
Atop oceans?

Love of mine,
Won’t you smile at me?
Won’t you halt my pain?

Or will this glinting blade
Caught by my saggy eyes
Alleviate this?

Will it make me bleed
The tangible pain
Running through my veins?

Will it offer me
Resting shoulders
And peace of mind?

Here’s my wrist,
Begging for it—
‘For quick and kind.’