Am I supposed to not be happy in this life?
Or is craving a kiss from death just a part of the plan.
Twist my spirit until it wrings the blood I have left.
Break my heart with a blow to the chest.
Carve a letter into my wrist.
Impale madness with a piece of steel through the temple.
I won’t stop you.
Make me lose myself as I drift into the Canyon.
Make me feel something because right now I feel nothing.
This is Hell.
It sucks I’m living in it.
There is peace in these words, I promise.
We don’t think the same.
Most find comfort in peace.
I have found comfort in the pain.
