36 haiku on suicide and the disappearing pond. p.3

a message sent in,
an alien satellite
requesting return.

requesting return
to an island to escape
to rest my tired bones.

to rest my tired bones,
remove this feeling of pain
to be left alone.

to be left alone,
an opening universe
awaits by the dark.

awaits by the dark,
silent whisper of murder
calling dreams to rest.

calling dreams to rest
so that consciousness can rest
with eternity.

with eternity,
one should always roam and not
amongst the simple.

amongst the simple,
the burden becomes too great
till nothing matters.

till nothing matters
and burnt out like a candle,
the wheels rotating.

02.03-12.20.04.