wouldn't it be easy
to tie a noose around your neck?
wouldn't it be simple
to watch your life crumble and wreck?
it would be so funny
to watch people scream and shout
they would pity themselves
but that's not what it's about
i would've done it to go
to just be free from life
it's so very easy
just the blade of a knife
you think it's uncommon
this urge, this desire
but within all hearts
burns this ice-cold fire
nightmares and lightning
there's none of that here
in this empty place
there's nothing called fear
they don't know what it is
so how can they fear it?
they can't feel it at all
they can't even hear it
it's relaxing, releasing,
no more bad days
all the troubling thoughts
are vanishing in a haze
my eyelids are heavy
blood, my wrists seep
there's no more noise in here
i can get a good, long sleep.
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.))
