TW: suicidal ideation and whatever.. just appreciate the rhyme-less poetry here. :P
die die die...
prompts a little voice
in my mind
if you can be so kind
and bring me an ounce of
death wrapped in a piercing bullet
let it slowly rupture my brain
and rescue me from myself
vanish vanish vanish...
hisses that little voice
in my mind, again
because i could easily resign
if the grim reaper
wields his scythe on me,
promising eternal damnation
because i deserve to die
fuck the rainbow-shitting angels
serving the 'good souls' in heaven
the beautifully scarred
flaming hot doors of hell
are open for a fiery embrace
for sinners like me
and i might just find a home there
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