marcidbones

On my way home today, I drove up The same bridge I have a hundred times And I fantasized about pulling over, walking to the barrier And seeing my reflection in the ice

I would appear as small and insignificant as I felt I thought about bringing myself up over the barrier That divided the bridge from a fall in attempt to rescue The other me trapped under the ice

In my fall I would feel so light, so warm I would have no regrets, no fear, and above all things I would be alone, floating along

I see the contrast and flaws in my own design I close my eyes and make imagery in my head The doors open and red floods the screen And when I knock I know I'll be denied not once, but three times When I drip, will you drink my blood? Cuts never bandaged with much