Just Die

Life is so cold; Whispered words like teeth, That grind down on bits of soul Do not want to know what tomorrow will hold No more tomorrows to add to yesterdays Stop the movement, Muffle the voice Strangle the child before he can kill End it all, it’s not worth its mettle None shall have to suffer from pain Give in to temptations and walk into death Lie on the black bed and dream with the storm All shall morn and none shall live Pillage in the streets and burn out their eyes These silver kisses of venom sweet Temptation, frustration, desecration- come forth! Is it worth the loss? The rot, do not cross