When you've seen death with your own eyes how could you be scared?
The lingering coldness of it's face is almost too much to bare.
Your life flashes before you, and you're drawn into a frightening realization,
That the oblivious madness you're in, was due to self devastation.
You couldn't have fought it yourself, the ending of your life was inevitable.
Or so you thought.
You start to have regrets, "should I have ended it?" "What was this for?",
Then you realize that in life there was more to adore.
What about the ones who cared about you? About the friends that said they'd die for you?
But you took yourself away, and realize your fate.
The most important thing you realize.. Is that you are death.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from an atelophobic
ŞiirWarning: These poems may or may not be triggering. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a book with random poems, but it's not complete ( ˘ω˘ )
