End Of My Life
The wind swept across my face.
The cold that pierced my skin.
The ground seemed to pull my body deeper
Until not known
bullet hate rained down on me
The limbs that kept me going
As the blood drains out.
it caressed me.
I drown myself in the river Cocytus
Rather than continue to live in this world.
I choose staring at medusa face
Rather than fighting without meaning.
The regret I get from all these stories.
Makes me rise awhile to get eternal torment.
Enough. Enough. Enough already
What I feel the bitter life is..
I'm ready to meet Hades now
And see what happens in the final judgement
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