Tired of fighting an endless battle,
I'm letting go of hope
And giving in to you,
My dear assassin.
You left nothing worth living,
So why don't you
Take over me now?
I'm all yours.
Hold me tight
Until the senseless breathing stops,
And I'm gone.
Stab the body,
And release the aching spirit.
Let your venom run through my veins,
And I'll sleep forever.
Take me with you,
And it will be over.
Peace...finally.
The damned world will be left behind.
And you'll know you did it all.
I'm letting go of hope
And giving in to you,
My dear assassin.
You left nothing worth living,
So why don't you
Take over me now?
I'm all yours.
Hold me tight
Until the senseless breathing stops,
And I'm gone.
Stab the body,
And release the aching spirit.
Let your venom run through my veins,
And I'll sleep forever.
Take me with you,
And it will be over.
Peace...finally.
The damned world will be left behind.
And you'll know you did it all.
Labels: death, depression, poem, sad
1 Comments:
I truly hope you're days got better.
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