"I wish I could just die in my sleep,
to never wake up and remain a foreign
memory in my sweetest dream
A tattoo printed on the skin's of time,
rolled up by life's sleeve
With nothing more to give, as only a fraction of a second;
I'd divide myself to give people less grief
To be a tale; a folklore about my life,-
as a passing rumor on the streets
Let me go in peace, still with a piece of myself,
to that last breath of relief."

    Sadly,
        these are just the many thoughts I have
            to comprehend, each night I try to fall sleep.