We all wish to have a quick death
A demise so fast we can't tell when it's the end
A sear of pain, so rapid we can't feel it
A swift ending that comes when our eyes close
I haven't had so much of a wish
Apparently what I've earned is the opposite
Because my death is being drawn out so long
So slow I am fading, and I can feel everything
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
