Francois Bergh

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Archive for Suicide

Despair

On the precipice of sadness
Teeters inklings of despair -
They are waiting to be swallowed
With an alcoholic flair…

Little soldiers in your palm
Shouldering the weight of night -
Ready, steady, to be freed
And to resume their dreadful plight…

Take another final breath
And savor this delight -
Morning comes without a care
To end this endless fight…

Welcoming oblivion
The mind flakes into flight,
Knowing happiness is just
Another memory of light…

Empty

Sitting in this empty bathtub,
Wrestling with the contemplation..
Empty bottle held in one hand,
Burnt down cigarette – the other…
On my wrists the past is furrowed -
Engraved reminders – failed attempts…
The darkness inside is swilling around -
Encasing the edges of my resolve…
The fear recedes and I am relieved -
I plunge the depths and release my regrets…
In smoke and blood I meet the haze -
And leave this world a better place…

Final flight

Behold the belly of the sky -
Within range for one last time…
I reach out and touch the talcum -
Electric ending coursing through me…
I step onto the concrete ledge -
Drinking beauty from the edge…
Dazzling towers erupt around me -
Blazing portals gleam reflection…
I glimpse the streams of light below -
Bustling rivers of dreamy commotion…
I close my eyes and breathe the night -
And take off soaring into flight…

‘Till the end (you and me)

Slipped into a hole in your heart
To see a whole world torn apart…
I hate the one who is to blame
For the root of all your pain.

Wondered how it would have been
If all these things were never seen…
And flowers still bloomed every spring
And your smile still meant anything…
(To yourself)

Wished that I could turn it back -
And sew together every crack;
To show the good there is in life,
And take away the razor knife…

Asked myself how it would be
When there is only you and me,
Sharing an eternal love
Until we’re taken up above…

Decided this is what I crave-
To have and hold until the grave;
To be the one that can always say
That I loved you ’till the very last day….

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