Goodnight Void.
Seldom you get touched twice –
Fingertips brushing against oblivion.
Folk like me,
Are rare to live past thirty.
Every second I live on,
Is bonus time.
Silver linings,
I never expected to have.
Failing at suicide,
Never felt so good.
Teenage follies,
Nobody knew.
Most still don’t.
Goodnight Void # 1145
