8.2011 posted on the ISBD Asso Website
Inside my shell it feels like hell,
and my soul is dying.
As I contemplate life, death,
laughing and crying.
From day to day they all vary,
and are mostly temporary
But I wrestle with life, wondering why
People would rather live than die.
Is death like being drunk?
Slowly failing, Lightly sailing
Kneeling to the ground with a thump!
death doesn’t seem that bad to me.
I think that’s where I want to be.
So tonight I’ll watch my life failing,
As I go lightly sailing