a lullaby.

it's a slow walk, you know. a slow but steady one. i know where it leads me. and so do you, even though you dare not mentioning anything. you won't do it, of course, i know that much. and in the end there will be a lecture that i will care not to listen, truth be told. at this point, i see everything repeating itself, the same lethargy creeping over, the same quiet indolence slowly settling down, slowly eating will away, slowly consuming any desire, putting out any fire still burning, soothing me into oblivion. like death caressing the wounded, singing a lullaby into darkness.