Sanctuary [Poetry]

01-26-2021

ah, but how tempting death would be if i am to hang myself, or stab my body a dozen times, or just simply poison myself, or simply give up everything until i lose all my energy—until all i am is a ghost of my bones.

how sweet death would be as my final struggle, if i am to struggle at all, if am to be filled with regrets the moment my memories flashed before my eyes—if there is something worth to remember at all. or maybe it'll be sweeter to struggle and not to struggle at all, to endure with a smile of relief, to have my memories flashed before my eyes with no desire to live still.
how beautiful death would be for someone like me who seeks my end, without an assurance of going somewhere, without caring whether i'll exist somewhere, or whether it's just it—dead, lifeless, unmoving, soulless.

ah, how fascinating if i am to die and death showed me i am just a sentient being with no soul at all, bound with a body destined to rot.