Apr 2017
I put the role of death between my lips
And ignite it ,
Sending death my way
I put the knife to my wrist
Beating death
I lay cold and unloved
A tragic set of events my life
I contemplate all as I lay
Daydreaming in pitiful memories
Coated in a thick ,bitter layer of regret
I breathe in death once again
Pressing deeper
Letting death fill me
Till I am nothing
But a distant memory
Till I am forgotten
Till this blood runs cold
And ignite it ,
Sending death my way
I put the knife to my wrist
Beating death
I lay cold and unloved
A tragic set of events my life
I contemplate all as I lay
Daydreaming in pitiful memories
Coated in a thick ,bitter layer of regret
I breathe in death once again
Pressing deeper
Letting death fill me
Till I am nothing
But a distant memory
Till I am forgotten
Till this blood runs cold
Death is scary and taunting knowing it will be always hanging over our heads like a pin ready to drop , but I sometimes contemplate that maybe I like the uncertainty of life . It makes it way more interesting. Perhaps that makes me weird or dark .
