Death is my only friend,
I'll sing his promises under my breath,
All I want is to be near him,
And yet, There's a thin wall keeping us apart,
Her name is Life.
He tells me to break ties with her,
My dearest friend Suicide will help,
She hands me a blade,
I run at Life,
And now it's all over.
Now I'm with Death forevermore,
My soul cast free from the darkness,
A permanent smile plastered on my lips.
No need to be sad, Dearest ones,
Death means me well,
As he claims me as his own.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Book of Poetry
PoetrySome of the poems I've written, all of them sad. If you don't like sad stuff, don't read it.
