Death become me
Or do I become death
They seem to be one and the
Same
Destroying everything I've ever touched
When will I be released
From this cycle of never
Ending agony
Little red lines
Mark the path I've followed
But it's not enough to stop it
Little red pools gather around
The glittering silver a
Contrast to the deep colour
But it's not enough to end it
Deeper and deeper
I go
Drifting away from here
Becoming death or has
It become me
I no longer care
I'm gone from this agony
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the depressed
PoetryA collection of depressing poems I've written over the years. Please note that these are/can be very depressing poems and I do not promote self-harm or suicide.
