The Art of Dying

a poem about the romanticism of mental illness

the art of dying is one that is easy to master but hard to grasp the concept of

the whirlwind that is the mind of one who so desperately wants to end it all 

to feel their body be lain to rest in the company of dirt and bones and thorns that prick the fragile skin

the desire to feel the numbness consume their body from head to toe, relentless as it is 

the grief is one that is easy to become entangled in

to give into the knotted lies that encase the very being of themselves 

but the distortion of the truth that plagues the mind is often self-inflicted

the art of dying is one that is too many times worshipped by the diseased and disturbed

there really is an art to the perfect destruction of oneself 

isn't there?

Reviews

[Nia Lisa]

Wow, what a rhythmic piece.

[etherealbeauty]

Thank you!!