I always thought there was
something Beautiful
about that
that funny little word...
I daydream about it...
dreaming... dreaming...
As if perhaps it meant
I was worthy.
Silly, really...
To live only for
the enivitable.
"How Just."
But there's no way out...
Sometimes,
I'm scared of dying
just as much I'm scared of living.
Yeah... I know it's empty.
and I know it's all gone.
Though I was Worthy, once.
I've gotta brace myself.
And so I look to that
Beautiful word again.
Unlocking it, and breathing
the air of delusion. Laughing miserably.
And when I'm gone,
make sure you place
a gun
with me in my coffin.
I'll need it for when
I go back
back
to Hell.
It's a funny little word...
Comments
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Really like it!
You've done a really good job writing this, it flows so well. I can relate to when you say your scared of life as much as death, life can suck sometimes - It kind of leaves you stuck somewhere in between though. Anyway nice job. -
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Thank you for your comment. And I'm glad you enjoed it.
Hope to read some of your writes soon.
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