this last saturday
of the year
i am so far away
from the world.

as the rain falls
my mind switches,
borderlining between
anxiety and solace.

one more cigarette
before day switches to night;
i wish not to return
and forever remain suspended
in the grey area
between black and white.

the scream of the daemons silenced
the wail of the ghosts lulled.

cocooned
and eternally safe.