I take the gift,
I hold it tight.
I'll never have to see the night.
I start to doubt,
My friends start to age.
Forming new bars on the oldest cage.
I dread the day,
My memory's full,
So I write out my life and my feelings are null.
At first it's a blessing,
For what I don't want,
I rip out the pages and smudge up the font.
But now I feel lonely,
My library filled,
Now I long for the certainty of death - being killed.
If you get a wish,
Then just five words from me;
Don't waste away in immortality.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
I take the gift,
I hold it tight.
I'll never have to see the night.
I start to doubt,
My friends start to age.
Forming new bars on the oldest cage.
I dread the day,
My memory's full,
So I write out my life and my feelings are null.
At first it's a blessing,
For what I don't want,
I rip out the pages and smudge up the font.
But now I feel lonely,
My library filled,
Now I long for the certainty of death - being killed.
If you get a wish,
Then just five words from me;
Don't waste away in immortality.
A thought I had. \_{°)_/
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