The Sound Of Dark Music Poem by Holly Jamestone

I go to the hills when my heart is aching
With switchblade in hand I could slit my neck
But then I recall that I left my Valium
Underneath my cedar deck

My heart wants to stop in its tracks and to beat no more
As I sleep in the hay
A corpse in the night
As the magpies with me have their way

I go through my pills when my mind is breaking
With madness in hand, common sense no more
But then I recall that I love the sadness
And I close Satan’s door

(12-7-2013)
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