[This was originally published in F.U.C.K. poetry Issue #1. Originally written in 1995.]
Silenced pain my warmth at night,
while in my mind a raging fight,
the longing to take a final breath
and slip into awaiting death.
Chilling coldness burns my fingers,
emotional scars can only linger,
Confusion and chaos wrap around me
seemingly eternal will it be
one thing in my life keeps me sane,
on my warm face a refreshing rain.