Let Me Die
Death poem
Drunk from the fire I hold in my hand, imprisoned in pitty, pothetic I am.
Crying to God and Satan the same, drowning in tears, and suppressing my pain.
Standing alone and facing the sky, why wont you listen? Why can't I die?
Crying to God and Satan the same, drowning in tears, and suppressing my pain.
Standing alone and facing the sky, why wont you listen? Why can't I die?
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