A mouth full of pills should suffice, ill go out not with a
bang
with a smug smile on my sulking face
ill find peace in that sin
mouth full of death i would swallow with
delight
Somewhere is my sanctuary
my peace,
an endless supply of night
I know I must
Suffer
To obtain this right.
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Letters to Me
Poetrythis is a collection of poems written by me. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism in the comments I'm always open to feed back.
