Our penchant for darkness is often revealed,
when we are at our most naked, most obscene,
when you allow me to strangulate you for too long,
hoping that your suicide would be termed an accident
or a murder, and no one would call you a coward,
or when I switch off the headlamps on a dark road,
hoping to see Death, with my entire family sleeping on the backseat,
it isn’t such a horrible thing,
to want to die, mauled in an accident or asphyxiating,
a final flourish, at the end of a good book.
A heathen poet 