The Calming insanity

Why is this so hard?

Stop deep undying insanity,
Meet your maker finally,
I have given up on you now,
cease to exsist,
I know that one day you will rear your ugly head once more,
But until that marrow" sleep in your boundless coffin,
I implore.
My wish is to slip into something a little more comfortable,
a successful life with out strain,
To actually smell in the autumn air,
and not wonder why im here again,
I finally feel my self falling,
falling deeply inside of bliss,
for bliss cannot be bliss, 
unless everything unlocks easily

The End

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