Poetry

Love.

I have a love
Of a different nature
With the one that many are afraid
Mistress Death is calling my name

Let me play my insane games
Drinking and going insane
I'm done with crying and trying
Give me a simple little break

We could embrace inside the lake
Or we dance in golden flames
But for now we hear the chime
As it sadly not my time

Inside my breaking mind
Is where I tend to find
How I am far from gone
Even when it seems to be

I go on and on with my little friends
Where they make my body descend
With all the pain they take away
Even when they make me choke alive
I won't feel it on the inside

She keeps calling through my mind
And I expect it soon to be my time
I do not need another false line
Of why I need to stay and try

All their lies are getting hard to grasp
They suffocate me as they follow
Even stuck I began to gasp
I cannot wait to not feel this sorrow

Mistress Death is in my hands
While I start to fall and flow
My body turns into darkened sand
It is now my time to go