Monday, February 27, 2017

Wish for death 
Daily
Take me please
Begging
Till time is past, life is screaming, get, go 
Remain

Until enough
Times up
By my say
Willed fin
Suicide ballet

Each and every morning
Sunset cokors splayed
Gorgeous
Breath taking
Still empty in my eyes
Worthless 

One day 
soon
When tired 
When pain
When beauty
Becomes enough
To much
Becomes all the same
My life will end by my terms
With my hand
In quiet lovely stains

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.