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Let the hitch sway free and never again. It could be weeks before they find me and tell your kid to stop saying my name .
Let it die in vain.
I will go on my own by my own hands on my own terms.
I will go alone by my own hands on my own terms.
I've crutched along with road and rail, still this loneliness prevails, seems it's getting hard to breathe.
No valour in a hospice bed. Stained sheets, the meals spoonfed.
Longevity is clutching onto everything.
Pull out and slip away, elated from the body ache because I don't think I'll last much longer.
What you said I misinterpreted now I am acting on those words.
So flustered and so frustrated, that's how it all escalated.
Autonomously ready to feel nothing at all.