The desire to rid the earth of my unwanted presence,
Stares longingly from inside my barren soul,
“A marvelous idea” says a voice not my own,
A voice I don’t know,
Vibrating deep inside my shriveled up heart,
A heart that’s dead to the world,
Dead to emotions,
And dead to me,
“You know you wanna do it” hisses close beside my ear,
A shiny tear falls down my quivering cheek,
My trembling lips,
As the desire to rid the earth of my unwanted presence,
Spills from my love-less soul, abundant, overflowing,
Forcing my unbelieving mind to focus on the “Marvelous idea”
Wrap my mind around it, turn it this way and that, look for flaws,
“Yes,” I murmur “It is a marvelous idea”
Slowly, mechanically, I turn away from my tear-stained face,
Away from the mirror of my soul; it’s scary down there;
The desire to rid the earth of my unwanted presence,
Is once again, staring longingly from inside my barren soul,
Trapped inside, ready to dash in at a moments notice,
No stalling, flow from an open vein,
The desire creeps in every now and again,
Like a shy child,
Hesitantly, gaining ground, till soon,
The desire, overtakes you.

g`day,

a deep piece roze, you have captured the mood very effectively and with an authors understanding,

the internal conversation, the repeat lines and the brutal honesty, a diamond in the making.

excellent, keep well greg.