Tic tic tic
I know it sounds sick
all that tapping on keys
my countdown to my sweet suicide
It's no big deal
for nothing I feel
this body, this flesh
good god 20,000 will do
If you live by the art
die by your art
this is my 9,997
before the gates of heaven
I will push myself to death
promise a utter messy death
glory to dark poetry
my countdown to sweet suicide
The fire burns deep within me
I will not retreat from this
no glance back, no romance
just my countdown to sweet suicide
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
Tic tic tic
I know it sounds sick
all that tapping on keys
my countdown to my sweet suicide
It's no big deal
for nothing I feel
this body, this flesh
good god 20,000 will do
If you live by the art
die by your art
this is my 9,997
before the gates of heaven
I will push myself to death
promise a utter messy death
glory to dark poetry
my countdown to sweet suicide
The fire burns deep within me
I will not retreat from this
no glance back, no romance
just my countdown to sweet suicide
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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