Often, the key is often
I think of what they’ve so
insolently called suicide
fret not fret not fret
I think not of hanging by a lifeless rope,
who is a rope to hold us by the neck?
But I think,
I ponder,
I fight walls,
I ask, save the Divine to those it did not reach,
is it the only way out of their misery?
They(soon can it be we, PLEASE?)
yearn so for death that no
human
words
eyes, not even you relieve this pain,
a shame,
rest assured though
when I spin lifelessly,
you my beloved
they my kin
shall only ponder but on one,
save all the pain, hell is his destiny for the choice he made, right?
Tell them,
scream my spelt out messy black ink
yes it is
I choose it over you
knowingly
willingly
yes I did.
an eternity of pain
in lieu of the pain you gave
tearing down walls
screaming at my whim
I will die not like you wish
seldom not like you want
I, I am what I know not.
Perhaps, in the four walls
housing the irregularities of this festival
some soul comes dissects me
to break it to me
you’re home, come just lie lifelessly o lifeless, I will love you.
