Constituency of One
I once called her "friend", at times "lover", and before I lost contact with her, my "sister". She grew up in squallor, a mind far superior to those that spawned her, suppressed by circumstances far beyond her control. She once promised me that she would become better than that which created her, that she would become something. And I promised to help her achieve that.
And yet now, she comes upon the precipice of a decision that will determine the rest of her life, and she's balks. With horribly confused and ultimately childish ideals, expressed in the most hypocritical of means, she has decided to end her life in all senses but literal.
What am I to do but sit idly by while she does so. I have yelled, begged, done everything but literally drive up there and express my grief in person, and she has rebuffed me with blind idialism at every term. This girl whom I sacrificed a good deal of my youth and health to escape from her intial hell, has now begun creating a new, even more potent hades to reside in. And I can do nothing.
I can do nothing.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix;
Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.
And yet now, she comes upon the precipice of a decision that will determine the rest of her life, and she's balks. With horribly confused and ultimately childish ideals, expressed in the most hypocritical of means, she has decided to end her life in all senses but literal.
What am I to do but sit idly by while she does so. I have yelled, begged, done everything but literally drive up there and express my grief in person, and she has rebuffed me with blind idialism at every term. This girl whom I sacrificed a good deal of my youth and health to escape from her intial hell, has now begun creating a new, even more potent hades to reside in. And I can do nothing.
I can do nothing.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix;
Angel-headed hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection
to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.