If Death came up to me,
I would embrace it and say

Thankyou.

I didn't hear you
over my anxiety.

It's a
Wednesday.

Soft hair,
breezy winds,
light whispers
and
sunny
silhouettes.

A perfect day
for a dreaming knight,
a perfect day for yummy pies.
A perfect day for red butterflies
flying in the sky.

Mother sing me sweet
lullaby's when I cry myself
to sleep.

Because I can't
keep the demons
away while I prise
my words to keep.

swim in paradise
into the water where your dreams
become something better,
where the neon purple lights
light up the water
where you see your body
become surround by cold bright liquid,
as your hair floats on the surface
of it,
you relax into the paradise
you wish to be in
everyday.
As the wind blows
on your face,
you'll realise
you're in paradise
of flowers
surrounding your
cold body.

The end is here.
Time dropped out of
my mind,
beginning pointless rhymes,
and wasting
your 'human'
time.
I ran out of poems
to show my
emotions,
I probably won't come
back
to this devotion.

So,
thankyou all for 'the'
love and compassion,
I probably won't be back,
to this
beautiful attraction.