the pain is my release
from the life i've been given.
it's my solid guarantee
of going right past heaven.
if i continue this
i might become a casualty.
would that be terrible?
is that such a tragedy?
i'm falling so fast,
no-one here to catch me.
i'm lost in the blackness,
i don't want someone to save me.
i chose this for myself,
i did all i could.
i watched my life crumble
from beneath my heavy hood.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
