Kill Me
No words could describe what the poem below is. All I could say is...I am burning in Dante's Inferno. I real all comments.
Noises, movements, speech
They are all a blur.
Like waves coming onto a beach
Or like a comb running through turfes of fur.
I see nothing, I hear nothing,
I could feel nothing.
Hurt, Pain, guilt,
Stinging me on a quilt.
Proof that I could feel still,
Proof that in front of fate I kneel.
Bliss, torment, death,
Coming and going,
With my every breath.
The bells of death are ringing,
The Devil's name I am calling.
Take me, burn me, destroy me,
Kill me.
They are all a blur.
Like waves coming onto a beach
Or like a comb running through turfes of fur.
I see nothing, I hear nothing,
I could feel nothing.
Hurt, Pain, guilt,
Stinging me on a quilt.
Proof that I could feel still,
Proof that in front of fate I kneel.
Bliss, torment, death,
Coming and going,
With my every breath.
The bells of death are ringing,
The Devil's name I am calling.
Take me, burn me, destroy me,
Kill me.
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