Sometimes, when I close my eyes at night
The only thing I can imagine is death
The only thing in the world, that is promised to every soul
And granted to every being is death
Its strange you see, my fear of dying contradicts many of my thoughts
Sometimes when I close my eyes at night
The only thing I can imagine is death
I pictured my plump body lurching off of a building
And plummeting into a deep mysterious water, never to be seen again
Sometimes when I close my eyes at night
The only thing I can imagine is death
I would fantasize about sticking the barrel of a gun down my throat
Allow my finger to linger on the trigger, and blow my brains out
Sometimes when I close my eyes at night
The only thing I can imagine is death
And yet-
I am afraid
of the one thing
I long for.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 11:39 PM UTC
Sometimes, when I close my eyes at night
The only thing I can imagine is death
The only thing in the world, that is promised to every soul
And granted to every being is death
Its strange you see, my fear of dying contradicts many of my thoughts
Sometimes when I close my eyes at night
The only thing I can imagine is death
I pictured my plump body lurching off of a building
And plummeting into a deep mysterious water, never to be seen again
Sometimes when I close my eyes at night
The only thing I can imagine is death
I would fantasize about sticking the barrel of a gun down my throat
Allow my finger to linger on the trigger, and blow my brains out
Sometimes when I close my eyes at night
The only thing I can imagine is death
And yet-
I am afraid
of the one thing
I long for.