dimming lamp lights

I walk alone.

Under

Gilded pools of light.

My shadow

Following me like a quiet

Killer.

Friends like this are few

And far between.

I won't write.

I won't call.

I won't speak. 

Good-byes may be gentle.

Like a sweet caress from a 

Loving mother.

Or hateful.

Like a red hot poker

On my tongue.

Because in the end

Its really just the same.

Just I,

Spinning in a darkened field.

Hands outstretched and

Eyes shut, 

Waiting for someone to

Stop me.