Twilight Fixation

My friend recently attempted suicide and this is my idea of what could have gone through his head at the time.

I’m drawn to a blackened sky as I’m turned blue.

Coolness fading into me, If you had shown me a smile,

Perhaps I wouldn’t be this weak.

 

My twilight dreams are fixations on rising with

The ever increasing speed of an angelic chorus,

This, like me is all make believe.

 

Believe me, I don’t want to die tonight;

Should I wait, there is nothing more I can do?

Should I rise, rise and return from the ashes?

 

I am asphyxiating on words I want to say,

But this blackened sky has me entranced.

If I escape now, if I wanted to, would you give me a second chance?

 

I say not.

I’ll take this last breath of your airy disappointment

And plunge my head in the sea in front of me.

Changing colors, I hope you see how this

rainbow could have lit up the night sky

so beautifully for you.

Author's Note

Just wondering what everyone thinks of this as a stream of consciousness piece. I know it's difficult because of the language, but the idea is still standing correct?