While I was being crucified
They asked my last wish
"Death", I replied
But oh criminal of yourself you are already dying
it's you, who death is already spying
Oh fool, why don't you ask for cure?
You're asking for death that is already yours?
Of course death is something, I do fear
It's the love that coffin receives, I cheer
Brutal hearts will shed a tear
To everyone I'll be so dear
So prepare a coffin and write love with ink red
"Let me be murdered I want it so bad"
Maybe this is the cost love, let my soul fly like dove
After hanging me, angel of death arrived
Didn't take my soul, in this pain I cried
"How could I kill someone; already died"
He flew away, while I begged despite
In this paradox of death and life
Life I escaped , death I strived
Was deceived by life , it was just lie
The death also betrayed me and left me to die
YOU ARE READING
~𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙄 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚?
Poetry𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. (Poems) Notice: This contains themes of sorrows, pain, death and suicides, if you aren't comfortable with it, please don't report, I've already warned you.
