Nálada

Addiction

Hello, Saturday night.

I can feel your glitzy lights and reverberating beats beckoning but what I want most now is to die. To be enveloped in silence. No laughter. No tears. Only nothingness.

I think of ways that I can die. One that will leave me untraceable as though I disappear with the night. It will be perfect if no one feels my absence and with time, not even memory remains. Maybe I will just be an unfamiliar face in a dream.

I revel in this morbid thought until it starts to fade away; drag myself up onto my feet and change into a silver cocktail dress. As the fingers of Death slowly slips away, I am overcome by a sense of void. A void that aches for Death to come crawling back from the nether regions of my mind. The pain is so real that it is crippling. I reach out to light a cigarette and down a glass of scotch; grab the car keys and drove out into the warm Saturday night.

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Do you see Death when you laughed along with me to my silly antics?
Do you hear Death behind every sweet nothings that I whisper into your ears?
Do you feel Death when you hold me near?

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