Resting on my shoulder,
She doesn’t breathe.
No life,
None at all.
She asked me
Of a favor;
To insert a
Poison in her.
Turn her last page,
Close the book and
Seal it away,
Kept unknown.
Help her
Sedate to a point
Where she’s
Motionless.
Keep her
From nervousness,
From consciousness;
Unaware.
Slow down
The beat of her heart.
**** her nerves,
Completely numb.
Lax and painless,
She lays beside me
A final exhale,
All shuts down.
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 4:42 AM UTC
Resting on my shoulder,
She doesn’t breathe.
No life,
None at all.
She asked me
Of a favor;
To insert a
Poison in her.
Turn her last page,
Close the book and
Seal it away,
Kept unknown.
Help her
Sedate to a point
Where she’s
Motionless.
Keep her
From nervousness,
From consciousness;
Unaware.
Slow down
The beat of her heart.
**** her nerves,
Completely numb.
Lax and painless,
She lays beside me
A final exhale,
All shuts down.
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