Hexed by the Twin Gods. I have schizophrenia :). she/her
blurred lines
falling
the ground is soft and wet
the air is hard and cold
the blood is warm and sticky
I always knew it would end this way
In the end I feel at peace
strangely
a peace of certainty
which is absent so much in life
in death it is omnipresent
it covers me in the warmth of its coldness
the only true reprieve I have ever known
death feels now like an old friend
one who has long been absent in my life
I have come home
my clothes dirty and beaten
my head weary and my body broken
I have come now to rest my bones
and sleep