I'm awaiting death.
Waiting for my final breath.
Pain in my chest.
I need to be put to rest.
I don't always look the part,
Because I need a heart.
I hate being so cold.
Colder than the stories I've told.
The lies I spread,
They fill me up with dread.
The fortress protecting me from madness
Was destroyed by sadness.
Now I wait in bed, drifting off to sleep
Hoping I won't wake and sink to the deep
YOU ARE READING
Darkness reprieve
NonfiksiFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.
