Do me a favour

Bring me my death

And a pack of cigarette

I wish you here

A pure magic is happening

I am still alive.......

10PM
And I am all dead
And I wonder
What will remain in me to die when I really die
Like humans do
Maybe the day of my death
Will Only belong to dry woods
And tears of my lovers
Only if they can find my body

But I never wish
I not desire

I would love to disappear
And I let every individual to choose my date of death

I am not here

Keep me alive
Cry me dead

You are free
I don't own you
And nobody do

But tonight
I say to me
I am the owner of my darling's lips
Yeah
Yeah

Come
And in bundles
In bags
In packets
Send me kisses
And don't count

For whatever can get counted
Is not for me

Don't count
Don't count

How strange it is that every time I lit up my cigarette I become the one who burn more deeper and longer,

My cigarettes into ashes
But I remain the same,

I remain with my sadness,

Is there any way to **** your feelings before killing yourself?