WanderingAengus

[Note: this is only an excerpt of part of a story I have written called The Passenger Both the mood and the weather were grey as I cast my eyes up toward the melancholy sky. The body language between Jake and I was chilling, if existent at all. The atmosphere inside the car felt quiet, despite having the radio turned up. It was playing a song that we once would have sung along to together. As I watched Jake stare blankly at the road ahead of us I could see his mind ticking like a clock. I could only imagine the world inside his head, all the things that were going on in there. Why was he so silent towards me now? I couldn’t think of wh

The bait was cast Hooked and dangling The game bit firm Hung cold and lifeless

Longing. A single word possesses All of humanity. In the day, I long for The night. In the sunshine I long for The rain. Alone, I long for     Love Yet in love I long for   Solitude. I am not discontented Yet I am    Disillusioned For why do I long for What I do not have? I do not want you, For fear of no longer Longing for you.

Why should I slash at my wrists Whilst in love I can’t resist Self harm is magnificent As love’s blade is sufficient I have no need to take pills Love’s searing white pain, it thrills Love, it strikes without remorse The pain it bleeds, runs its course I do not want suicide But love chokes me from inside On my life its firm hands grip Love’s toxic potion I sip Why throw myself off a ledge Love consumes, I’m on the edge But here I stand, then I leap In death’s arms, now I will sleep