Now your time has finally arrived.
A wave of almost unplseant happiness washes over you hollow soul.
You Stare blankly at your cilling with clouded eyes. A short, sharp breath unexpectedly leaves your mouth.
Your body shivers violently. In exiatment, fear, relief, cold, pain and pleasure.
You are ready. You were ready. You have been ready your whole life.
You said that you wanted to die. Nobody took your words into consideration, which was good for you.
You wanted to take your sweet time dying.
A strey tear escapes your eyes. It rolls down your cold, pale face.
You can literally feel your soul parting from your body, A soothing pain fills your senses.
No flash backs, no regrets, no unspoken words. Just the beautiful emptiness.
You've been awaiting this momant for the longest time.
You've been living to die.
You ask yourself why didn't you do this before?
What kept you alive all this time.
What gave a reason to take another breath?
You knew the answer.
But it's too late. It's no good.
Your now blue, chapped lips curve upwards in the slightest manner.
Oh the iriony.
You were living for the reason you are dying.
All you can hear is your weakning pulse echoing in your head.
Your breathing is now ragged.
Thump.
Thump.
Thum-
And you're gone.
YOU ARE READING
A MESS.
Poesíaa book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
