shall i perish
ashes will i turn,
garishly
shunned to an urn.
death is a writing
clearly on the wall
letters that i wrote
keenly in the sprawls.
words breathed, penned
thus shall remain
in the end,
delicately in rein
leaving nothing behind
but a piece of my being,
openly disguised
as a permanent escape so freeing
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
shall i perish
ashes will i turn,
garishly
shunned to an urn.
death is a writing
clearly on the wall
letters that i wrote
keenly in the sprawls.
words breathed, penned
thus shall remain
in the end,
delicately in rein
leaving nothing behind
but a piece of my being,
openly disguised
as a permanent escape so freeing
