In a matter of seconds
minutes or so
I inhale you
deeply
Killing every inch
Of what's left
of me
slowly
I don't regret this
Because in a matter
Of years, and if i be lucky
Of decades
We all live
To face death
I'm just enjoying the
Little sins
That would ****
my existence
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
In a matter of seconds
minutes or so
I inhale you
deeply
Killing every inch
Of what's left
of me
slowly
I don't regret this
Because in a matter
Of years, and if i be lucky
Of decades
We all live
To face death
I'm just enjoying the
Little sins
That would ****
my existence
another poem dedicated to death
