Dear Goddess of Death,
Take these borrowed breaths of mine,
They truly burn in my chest,
I have seen enough dawns to know,
Know that the Sun is a promise that never lasts,
If you must come,
Make it quick,
Make it quick,
Make it quick,
For it will be kindness and not a curse,
For I have lived all the lives my heart could endure.~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.