Death is not creeping up to me
I am running straight to it
Just a tiny spec in the universe
Forgotten only after it blossomed
My hands are losing its grip
I am bound to let go anyway
This slowly fading presence
Insignificant in the eyes of others
There is no fight left in me
Let it be if the world rejects me
Karma is only giving what is due
And I am in no place to reject it
The feeling of pain is gone now
Here there is only nothingness
I feel so light, without worries
I am undeserving but will go in peace
All I need is to be forgotten
I don't need to be six feet under
Nor ashes to be scattered at sea
For at last I can rest from this lifetime
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 11:43 PM UTC
Death is not creeping up to me
I am running straight to it
Just a tiny spec in the universe
Forgotten only after it blossomed
My hands are losing its grip
I am bound to let go anyway
This slowly fading presence
Insignificant in the eyes of others
There is no fight left in me
Let it be if the world rejects me
Karma is only giving what is due
And I am in no place to reject it
The feeling of pain is gone now
Here there is only nothingness
I feel so light, without worries
I am undeserving but will go in peace
All I need is to be forgotten
I don't need to be six feet under
Nor ashes to be scattered at sea
For at last I can rest from this lifetime
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