My life is coming to an end.
I woke up and burned my bed.
I’ve tried so hard and now I meet my demise.
I’m dancing on the edge.
Close my eyes when I fly off the ledge.
I wanna be surprised when I hit my head.
Now I’m dead. Painted the streets red.
I wish I was a dish,
so I can break.
I wish I was alive, so I can be high.
Heathens had their fun.
The demons have won.
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Quizzical Poems
PoetryA collection of colorfully dark and comical poems. Fun factoid for the first one "Who Dwells in Dreämland" I wrote this poem during a dark depression in Christmas 2014. That lasted for days. My depression and nightmares were clashing hard this time...
