Death
Another breath, another cut,
Cut until I can’t hear your thoughts.
Thoughts of you fuel my rage.
Rage pent up like a beast in a cage.
Long are the nights of crying
Crying over past regrets, what might be and what could be.
Can’t someone take away this misery?
But death, death hears my pleas.
But death, death knows my pain.
But death, death tempts me with his offer again.
Do I go with him this time or do I stay?
I’ll only stay another day.
Another breath, another cut
Cut until I can’t hear your thoughts.
Thoughts of you fuel my rage.
Rage pent up like a beast in a cage.
Long are the nights of crying.
Crying over past regrets, what might be and what could be.
Can’t someone take away this misery?
Copyright © China Biggs | Year Posted 2013
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