Split Head

Stuck in the middle,
living in shades of gray,
in the end of days.

Wanting so desperately,
to seperate from the night
and be spirited away with him
the one who is so great.

Wanting to jump out of this
earthen vessel of clay.
And say see you later!

There are reasons why
it's hard to just go
when you want to slit your wrist
you see your reason for living
wrapped in a bundle of joy and light.

Selfishness is a sin.