Death is Sweet?


It's too late I'm dead inside,

Body's cold,

Eyes are wide.

Soul is sold,

One last breath,

Take it in but nothings left.


Floating here it feels so queer,

No sensation,

Nothing here.

Still I'm dead,

Ready to thrive,

Funny enough I've never been so alive.


I hated people all around,

I hated fate,

And sights and sound.

No more hate,

No more sorrow.

Yet it feels too late,

To beg for a tomorrow.


My eyes become clear,

I'm still well,

Filled with fear,

Of what's to tell.

It was all a haze,

All too real,

Just a phase,

My family feel.





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