The art of dying

whisper my last poem

with a broken voice

let the tears embrace your cheeks

and suicide in the end.

you died a long time ago

when I left you behind

I'd probably plead guilty

but who can prove it's my fault?

can we pretend

we've had a happy end?

blood is dripping down your chest

... your neck looks pretty cut in half.

you'd be the king of all the manipulators

why aren't you fucking aware of your power?

spin and jump

a sword went right through your stomach

you have such a beautiful death

but you can take this pain for me, right?

☁︎︎

©iDamass2020