Death is my decision
Not theirs
They act oblivious to what I scream
Each words spun in reverse to the next morning
Silence
It slithers down halls
Devouring my mind
Slowly consumes
Rage insues
Chanting the same words
Barely breaching the skin
Each voice a hum
Rotted of sin
Take my life
Do not give it back
Signal the archways
Mask the stone crack
Hopefully hopeless
Nothing will last
Each word a distant
Each promise resistant
As mourning rises
The sun sweeps a day
Returning to rain
Wash the blood away
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
Death is my decision
Not theirs
They act oblivious to what I scream
Each words spun in reverse to the next morning
Silence
It slithers down halls
Devouring my mind
Slowly consumes
Rage insues
Chanting the same words
Barely breaching the skin
Each voice a hum
Rotted of sin
Take my life
Do not give it back
Signal the archways
Mask the stone crack
Hopefully hopeless
Nothing will last
Each word a distant
Each promise resistant
As mourning rises
The sun sweeps a day
Returning to rain
Wash the blood away
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