I envy the deceased
For they're safe within the mother's earth
Freed from the suffering and pain that life constantly delivers
Life is not a gift, it's a curse
And death is the only cure for this inevitable disease
The senses which makes me happy are the same senses which causes grief
It's all just a fantasy
Just a bunch of chemical reactions wiring inside the body
I don't want to be happy, I want to be numb
I've had enough of this journey
But all I can do is just to wait for the day when my breath is taken away
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On Sorrow | Poetry collection
PoetryI meet a lot of sea monsters when I dive deep into the base of my mind Each of them whispers or sings an incomprehensible song I can't understand them I have drowned for so long Because they keep pulling me down So I write this poem to calm the stor...
