why won't you give me death
Why won't you give me death
The pleasant feeling of being free, but through death,
I wonder how will mine be since there is nothing left,
I am sure there will be more to me than now,
For I have wondered this now in this life, but nothing has been found,
Only materialistic features and from a rented life,
I would walk a million miles to death, and not double take back to life,
You extend my hurt and my last pain,
Buckle my legs and face me to use a Cane to limp through life,
Dry my mouth and shot me constantly,
but never grant me the luxury of death.
© 2014 Along with the wind