Cicatriz - Pele, Colágeno, Sangue e Suor.

Cathartic

Yes, guess what again,
i want to die.
I want a painful,
deep and slow death,
but swift and soft,
like the kisses and hopes
she once gave me.

I want a fucking big ass hard rock
in my head,
or maybe the sting
of a poisoning monster.
To fade away in the most
classical Epicurus way.
Bulletproof is only my pain.
Or isn't it?
May i take the chances?

Is this really poetry?!