please, oh my god please,
don't ever ******* say that again
at how you want death to come
and ****** the galaxy from your eyes
and steal the life
right out from your warmth,
to turn cold and still,
to never hold a loving hand,
to never see the light of day again,
and how the breeze simply brushes
and swoons in the great blue sky,
to never feel the kiss of rain
trickle down the back of your neck,
never say that you prefer death,
that is so agonizing,
it's so ******* terrifying
watch the golden sun spill on the bedroom walls,
stare in awe at how the butterfly
flutters in an ocean of lavender,
taste the spicy tang
feel the smooth alcohol spill
in the pit of your stomach,
knowing it's so easy to fall
victim to the such clutches
just never decide to go
just keeping holding on
to the music on hold