By The Light of Day

I am so tenuous
I am the grassy knoll
Against the back drop of high drama
And I am animated only by blades of grass

I feel as fragile as a broken filament
Yet I am strengthened
By the desire for oblivion

What little strength I have
Is a curse rather than a blessing
What sun provides me photo synthesis
And elongates my life
Is now only torturous metaphor
What silly designs on happiness
Transcend emptiness

Bring the lightning to my chest
Singe my hair
Rivet my body's existence
Extract my essence
I can feel death's door opening
Oh please
I must leave