I'll look the other way while the reaper slowly approaches ,
Death slow encroaching.
They say you can't speed up time but inevitably time will run out leading to our demise.
But ever so wisely I made a deal with death , more so of a compromise.
Of my impending death. Impending doom.
You see the deal was ,
He'd look the other way while I sped up my timeline.
The slow slits on my skin , the blade so deep it has a permanent home in my skin.
But in doing so with deaths agreement my way of going will to never be seen as a sin.
I proved them wrong ,
Because one simple cut to long and I'll have erased my timeline.
I'll have sped up time , to go by my wishes.
He'll come upon my body ,
After our deal has been done.
With cold bone tips ,
Run his fingers over my lips.
Encasing my last breath , my last wish.
Bringing it to his skull for my last whisper before death.
"I beat Father Time ,
I beat The Reaper.
There is a special place where I will be ,
I sped up time successfully.
When my family is at their last breath , tell them my last wish. I did not take my last breath as a sin against them. I took away the pain by erasing my veins. "
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Diary
PoetryEverything I cannot say to people , I write. Some of the happiest people hide behind a dangerous mind.
