Intense Blue Suicide Poem by August Mishell

You hold back tears and sighs
And follow me!

Meet me in one morning full of light
Meet me in the heart of the night
Meet me when the sun will raise from your soul
I believed to be different
You believed to be special
I believed to be the only one
I will meet you when you will start over cultivating your red roses
I will meet you when all will seem you wrong
When all will seem you submitted to the case
And you will believe not to have any possibility anymore
And you will believe that nobody has never been you justice, never any accursed sense to your pain
I will meet you when you will know how to see the blue in the black of your heart
I will meet you when it will seem you to have reached the end
And you won't believe in the magic of the life and the art anymore
And you would like only to never have been...
We will meet there there,
in front of the precipice,
there, in front of the abyss
In the blue intense of the sky!
To the beginning of the ocean!
On the edge of the dreams!
where with a footstep more...
it is already in heaven.

Breathe!
Now I do it.
Now we are able.

This is the end.
The end of the dream!
In which for an instant all is seemed possible.

Play and sings with me for the last time!
You move your hands on the vibrating ropes
Happy and fallen in love as the first time!

I down the eyes and I look you:

You have never been so beautiful!