Desperate to Die

I want to wake under a cancerous black sky
I want to live where I am assured I will die
 Because honesty is helping me survive
inside I am crippled, but sadly alive

Desperation is just another drug

Blood only has meaning when it is spilled
though the soul can only exist distilled
Never mind just what I may feel
this strange disease will hopefully steal

The pointless reason I exist

I want to wake with a dying breath
because then I'll finally be free
I'll be granted liberty

From birth there is isolation
Art will only provoke consternation
Death is despised and envied
which my life has only existed to concede

I wish I could go to my own funeral
to see if I really gave a damn
about myself 

 

The End

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