broken dreams and
smashed hopes their
entrails littered
on the bare ground
people push me
and they use me
and they don't know
i don't want to be found
i want to hide
in the folds of
the cloak of
death and
fly away to a
better place where
i don't get this
urge to end myself
the darkness
wraps itself
around me so
i struggle
my attempts at
escape are futile
and it
consumes me
death looks down at
me and cocks his head
sharp beak glinting
in the light blurred by smog
i don't want to be
a part of this machine
where i don't belong
a misplaced cog
please
just
let me
go
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Late Night Musings and Obsessions with Death
PoetryIn this book you will find: - poems about Death - short stories involving Death - excerpts from a potential book about a boy and Death - existential crises - sadness - apologies Some poems/stories may be tagged with "tw". That means that the materia...
