G'night..

It calls to me
this gaping hole
it yearns to be
filled
with this neck
I will hang
this head
from this ceiling
I will numb
this numb feeling
and end
something
that could not be
done or fixed
with needle and thread
again
I bled
there
I can be whole
as my outsides
match within
the devil may take
what
he owns this soul
on the edge
of this stool
I fall
bare
with me
only the air
becoming this final bed
leaving
these lungs
for I am dead.