I may plead for death,
I may beg for it.
I may want something horrible,
Burned and scorched,
To befall me.
I may plead for death,
I may beg for it.
I may want something constricting,
Drowning and soaked.
To dive all around me.
I may plead for death,
I may beg for it.
I may want something destructive,
Breaking and ruining,
To come to me.
But in truth,
I do not want to die.
I may plead for it,
But all I really want,
Is for someone to take my hand...
And tell me I can make it.
-Me, Dec. 21, 2016
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
