I don't wanna live, I don't wanna die

I don't wanna give, I don't wanna try


Inside my Ire, I wage war alone

Fighting the fire, with a heart of stone

Without desire, I am with my own

And my empire, Falls after it's grown


The reason in Pain, all too dark to see

Yet no way to drain, the black of the sea


Wanna feel the end, to be rid of this

The ones I called, 'Friend.' Memories I miss

I'll no longer bend, to Wills of a kiss

I will not contend, what I reminisce


Sever connections, destroy all my past

Electrical infections, gone so fast


Undo the good done, remake all the bad

Every single one, the reasons I'm sad

Barrel of a gun, all in nickel clad

Will snuff out the sun, all the moments had


Solves all of the hurt, with one last bullet

Cover me in dirt, after I Pull It  

  • Author: DyingDreams (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2017 18:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: Write about it......Don't do it.
  • Category: Sad
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