I dream,
Dream about death.
Would it be worth it?
To make life disappear.
From your mind,your body.
Your existence would wither and die,
Like a neglected rose.
Get the razors,and cry,wiping life away along with your tears.
Just to lie still,
Still as a small child,
Terrified of the dark.
Cower away,don't let them see,
See the scarred wrists your body owns.
More scarred than your mind,heart and life.
Still,
Still as a small animal on the highway,
Still as a paralyzed dreamer.
S
St
Sti
Stil
Still
Stil
Sti
St
S
Still as you are,dead and pain free.
