Yes, I want death
But I want it softly, sweetly
Like a kiss of the wind
Like the whisper of the heart
Not the cruel rush at the touch of time
Nor the sickness of the mind wandering
The dark places
Nor the blade of the consequences in my sins
I want death my way
Purely
Dearly
Romantic
Painfully enjoyable
YOU ARE READING
3:21 a.m.
PoetryThis is a compendium of words, sentences, and paragraphs written at 3 in the morning heavily influenced by the sweet scent of rum and a kiss of loneliness. Although written with the sincerity of my heart, I should warn you: It is NOT really that goo...
