Journal of Satan's daughter

Death

So much to wish for so much to want
Even saying a word could make it all my fault.

A dream could make up for all the shame
But you know I'm the end your the one to blame.

Why not just go straight to bed?
Well the monsters are in my head.

You want the pain to go away!
But yet it is not your way.

You can dream of better a day
Where your blade has nothing to say

Your breathe is something that will never change my opinion
Even if you are just a little minion

You are what they all tell you
Yet your more then you knew

You end ur nightmares by sleeping
Even though you go to sleep weeping

Your day has ended
And your drink is blended

You are as happy as can be
You are more then you can see

You're beating heart is healing
Don't you stop believing

Love isn't something earned
It's something that is learned

So hush up and don't wish for death who knows it could be your last breath