Dear God, dear God, call up Death and take me away. Give me my heaven I dream for, dear Death kill me! Every minute is torture. I find no peace, not one minute of peace. These burdens are so great, oh so great, I fall to my knees. My dreams never stay, dreaming is the one and only peace I find. But even then… My dreams leave me and are replaced with a nightmare. A nightmare so great, so terrible, I find no sleep… No peace… Darkness. So much darkness do I see… No stairs up to light, just long dark hallway. My storm rages on… Rages so great, so wide I fear I shall burst. Death, dear Death! I call to you! Take me away from this pain. Take me away from the light of this life! I don’t want to live anymore. Death… You are my dreams. You are my heaven! I don’t want my dreams intruded by the sharpness of a knife. I want my dreams to never end. I feel depression that never ends. It is the light of my dark halls.I follow my depression, I feel I am its tool. It takes me and leads me away. I never want to seelight. I wish I could dream forever. Never wake to pain. Death… Make my dreams come true. Take me away so that I never to feel depression again. Death, you are my heaven.
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Just a Mask.
Short StoryJust honest stories about how I felt. This is just a bunch of stories I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe. I hope you enjoy. Please comment your thoughts and what not.
