parallels

the shadows freeze
like the life in my chest
and my shoulder is sore from
the stretched positions i have
forced on myself
trying to stay asleep

i see a blank canvas
dripping red
staining the tiles and darkening my soul.

there are plenty given chances of survival
if you believe in karma
so die now
and live on
reincarnated into this pit of
terrifying realities

but first learn to live with yourself
because suicide is something you cannot top
and who can prove an afterlife to be
euphoric?

there are times when my feet
are up in the air
and i try to balance on three fingers
counting down to the moment
when my bones will crack
and shatter
under the weight of my thoughts