Fog

Thick air still and dank
pavement damp underfoot
The smell of rottenness clogs my nose
I wish for death the long sleep
I entreat nothingness-relief from
This everlasting gloom
This fog of the mind-This mud filled existence
I dream of my demise-my open veins
my leap onto tracks- my swim out to sea
my heart yearns for deep holes freshly cut through turf
shrouded in fog- hidden from view
I sit on the mound seeking oblivion
A broken neck-electrocution-drugs
A step in front of lorry-blissful impact
Siren wails softly through the night
Warning ships not to crash on the rocks
All about me is shrouded and quiet
lazy half thoughts of the end spiral
downwards to the ground
I long to be no more
to open my veins to release it all
to hold back no longer
feed the plants with my empty vessel.
mourn me-mourn me not
I cannot muster an opinion
Either way.