To Loving Death
To my desire of loving death,
I write this out to you.
Just know I speak the truth,
no matter how damaged I go.
My eyes are getting heavier,
the most they've ever been.
The walls are getting closer now,
I'm slowly sinking in.
I'm reading into my thoughts
that are locked inside my head.
Depends on my will to listen,
if I'll finally end up dead.
Pretty eyes to stare into,
painful memories inside.
So many secrets and stories,
too many things to hide.
Falling in love with death
because life's too hard to wish.
May even be close enough,
to give a little kiss.
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