Here,
It is seven minutes after midnight.
Inside this little room,
Tiny myriad,
I feed this eternal sorrow with coffee
Laden with trace caffeine which it sorely does not need.
Aching, filling every inch of my person with numbness
I remove my hope from up on high.
Inside this little room,
Tiny myriad,
I will reside forever
Endeavor
To count every corner, now a fragment of my soul

I cannot judge, but only believe unquestioning
A God,
a Big Bang,
and a Boy
Knowing lies are a twisted form of most honest truth,
and inconsistency is but it's soul constant
In this land and Kingdom and Phylum of sapiens.

Those who do not mind lonesome cold as much as others
Can stay with me
In this little room,
Tiny myriad,
Forever
Endeavor
Without them.
Without feeling save for Glorious Ambivalence.
This is where I resolve,
Absolve to stay.
Forever in the stead of love I shall accept the pain.
Forever
Endeavor to be strong
Not to let hurt run rampant
But keep it eternally within this little room,
Tiny myriad,
Away from all mankind.
Forever
Endeavor to stay here,
To die in the Shallowest of Graves, and
Deepest of Desires.
Forever
Endeavor to die this way and I shall
Rejoice. I shall
Be here
Though you are not
Anymore.
With you in my heart,
I can
Forever
Endeavor
Here.
 

~Jan Brian Vis