Lit the room.
When I'm gone,
Kiss the moon.
Blur my eyes...
With crystal clear
Stinging rays.
Drops of tears.
Succumb in despair...
Failure to hold dear...
The thing i most desire
is the thing that will kill...
The passion...
This existence...
This life.
Load it in...
Slowly squeeze...
Breath some in...
Of the gentle breeze.
Click it off...
Dim the room...
Kiss the moon...
For i am done.
Pang of pain...
Slip back, relax...
Burning flesh...
Sea of red.
Succumb in despair...
Failure to hold dear...
The thing i most desire
is the thing that killed...
me.
1 comment:
more like my suicide letter.
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