L’appel du Vide

Ever flirted with that thing they call death and

Come so close to touching her lips you

could feel the Cold and hollow of

her breath? See the bodies all around

limp and lifeless

Smelled that awful rancid shit

and are breathing to tell the tale?

Then I know

you had the same talk with

yourself I once did

with my own conscience

When all your thoughts

said “Jump!

I mean

What’s the fucking point of it all”

You gear up to fly off the edge

And outta nowhere you catch hold

Of a tiny voice you never knew was there

“Wait. If you’re gonna kill yourself

Then you might as well

do whatever

the fuck you want instead

Fuck consequences, others’ opinions

By now you woulda been dead anyway.”

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Hold on to that feeling.

The memory, that moment.

And anytime you feel down again

Think back to how it was

Where you were once and How far

you’ve come since then.

Even if you start to forget

That time, that moment

Don’t ever lose touch with

That tiny voice in your head

That’s the fucking light you gotta follow

Even if you gotta scrimp, scratch and beg

Fuck what anyone says

Everybody ends up dead anyway.