Taking one's own life.
Is it really associated with heresy?
When life gets rough,
when you began to suffocate on the oxygen
that once provided you with life,
when you're backed into a corner with no escape,
is it still heresy?
I am, both, as terrified as I am in acceptance
about dark deeds such as this.
I loved the bath water-
filled with foamy soap and a temperature
that even the ghosts in my abode
could never hope to drop.
Maybe one day,
I could bring my shaving razors
and a bottle of rum
to replace my days of yore
that included Batman and a rubber ducky.
Dizziness.
Light-headed.
The anxiety begins to rot.
Calm.
The heat pervades my senses.
It would be so easy to just give up,
but I can't.
Why?
It doesn't seem to be time yet.
But I assure you:
Although non-existent or diminutive,
my balls grow larger every day,
and I may not seem like much now,
but every day I resemble poultry a little less.
I just wish...
Someone, come rescue me.
I need help.
My ship is sinking and I'm drowning at sea.
Save me from myself.
Help.