The long way past midnight
The dew on the grass
The static white light
And the shadows it casts
Chipped paint on the walls
The reminder it brings
A glowing, red arrow
To the end of all things
The aching and longing
Just to finally be still
And the space in your chest
That it just couldn't fill
The full list of why
And the brief list why not
Still outweighs the choice
To make it all stop
