Sunday, May 23, 2004
Because Death Couldn't Stop for Me
I wonder, if ever
I got tired of life
and I suddenly
wanted to stop
everything
at this very moment,
because life proved
to be futile;
for in the end
I was left with nothing
and this world only
sucked the last
drop of blood,
drained the last
current of energy
in my aching body--
would Death
be kind enough to
give me the
honor of slitting
his scythe
through
my own throat?
In my room, 1:02 am
(03/23/03)
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