Lachesismwish
The desire to be struck by disaster,
Or it’s just a thought.
Nobody knows what the story of my mind is,
Something that even makes me haunt.
The impulse of being in a plane crash,
It is always on my mind.
These deductions will help you see
That I’m nothing but just a fiend.
In search of a kink in the smooth arc of life
With obscure sorrow.
Whatever comes after me
I’ll face it like there is no tomorrow.
For some kicks
I’ll plunge over a waterfall,
But when death peek around the corner
I certainly won’t crawl.
The thrill of sprinting on the very brink,
With some vile shady thoughts or
Curiosity to see whether I stand tall or
WILL I FALL?
Copyright © Arya Gupta | Year Posted 2020
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