Breathe (the color blue)

Don’t think about the knife,
don’t think about the knife—
Don’t think about your life,
Don’t run toward your death
Slow your quickened breath—
Don’t think about your life
Don’t drown in your own strife,
Listen for your breath—
Don’t think about the knife—
Don’t hasten your own death,
Keep your head above the water
Long enough to draw another breath—
Listen for your heart
Stay trapped in your own head—
Don’t think about the knife,
With quick thoughts painted red—
Look for the colour blue,
Your world extends
No farther than your breath—
Remember Ophelia, singing,
As she gave herself to death—
Through abstract dreams, dyed red,
Don’t think about the knife—
Don’t waste your breath on song,
But lift your head
Above the water’s surface—
Into life—
Your heartbeat pulses blue,
Don’t think about the knife—
Don’t look with clouded eyes,
A shroud crosses your sight
But not your life—
Breathe in the pale blue wind,
Remember death—
On your own terms but not like this,
Not like this—
Breathe in, breathe out,
Don’t think about
Your life—
The world extends
As far as
Your next breath—
Breathe in, breathe out,
The walls of your
Prison-cell of a mind
Are stained with red—
Breathe in, breathe out,
Don’t waste your breath—
Don’t sing until your death—
Breathe in, breathe out,
Don’t sing through water—
Don’t forget the strife—
Breathe in, breathe out,
Don’t forget the colour blue—
Don’t forget your life—
Breathe in, breathe out,
Don’t lose the sound of breath—
Don’t think about the knife—