Eyes too full with tears to cry.
Hunger gnaws away.
Chewing at inability to eat.
Sick and tired of living.
Too cold inside to give up and die.
You scream.
A tickle of fear.
What's next?
Not in agony persay.
You are crying for freedom.
Supported only by prickly pillows.
Enough is immense.
Too immense to bear.
You wait for the reaper.
For you, he is not grim.
He is awaited with excitement.
He is an absolute treasure.
A gift.
A perfection in relief.
He steals your last breath.
Your bedside friend.
This is the end for someone.
No body knows.
(C) LIVVI
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
Eyes too full with tears to cry.
Hunger gnaws away.
Chewing at inability to eat.
Sick and tired of living.
Too cold inside to give up and die.
You scream.
A tickle of fear.
What's next?
Not in agony persay.
You are crying for freedom.
Supported only by prickly pillows.
Enough is immense.
Too immense to bear.
You wait for the reaper.
For you, he is not grim.
He is awaited with excitement.
He is an absolute treasure.
A gift.
A perfection in relief.
He steals your last breath.
Your bedside friend.
This is the end for someone.
No body knows.
(C) LIVVI
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