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What a Fine Day to Die
Quiet waters unmarred
Still and refecting heavens
The air feels like common autumn
You can almost feel the forgotten
souls who've closed their eyes
I've closed my two windows
From this peaceful view
I wanted one last memory
Of a world that didn't seem
So utterly fucked
I came here to find joy
I wanted an escape
I've only found a shortcoming
My emotions no longer function
I'm blind to the beauty
And deaf to harmony
It all seems so silly
To expect some view
Such as this scene
To be anything lasting
Why am I such a child?
Or perhaps I wonder
Why I'm not more childlike
Why to me my life seems
So gaunt and hollow
Why I'm so emotionally
Emaciated
This place is a painting
Laid out so naturally
My insertion can be
My lonely suicide
A resting fellow among
The quiet trees
Letting go of their dead leaves
Melodramatics aside
It'd be a fine day
To end this life.
Still and refecting heavens
The air feels like common autumn
You can almost feel the forgotten
souls who've closed their eyes
I've closed my two windows
From this peaceful view
I wanted one last memory
Of a world that didn't seem
So utterly fucked
I came here to find joy
I wanted an escape
I've only found a shortcoming
My emotions no longer function
I'm blind to the beauty
And deaf to harmony
It all seems so silly
To expect some view
Such as this scene
To be anything lasting
Why am I such a child?
Or perhaps I wonder
Why I'm not more childlike
Why to me my life seems
So gaunt and hollow
Why I'm so emotionally
Emaciated
This place is a painting
Laid out so naturally
My insertion can be
My lonely suicide
A resting fellow among
The quiet trees
Letting go of their dead leaves
Melodramatics aside
It'd be a fine day
To end this life.
Published 6th Nov 2019
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