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All over again
After today I will die,
Just to rise another morning.
Waking up to this excuse I call life,
Being able to start mourning.
Standing over my own grave,
Staring into the pit of loathing.
My own palace 6 feet deep,
My body rotting, decomposing.
Tomorrow I will die again,
Starting the cycle all over.
Rising from my final resting place,
Hoping for my moment of closure.
That one time it will all stop,
The ultimate silence of death.
I crave for its peace and serenity,
When will I take my last breath?
Next week, after I’m long gone,
I must have forgotten the last time.
I awakened from my long slumber,
He will forever be mine.
Just to rise another morning.
Waking up to this excuse I call life,
Being able to start mourning.
Standing over my own grave,
Staring into the pit of loathing.
My own palace 6 feet deep,
My body rotting, decomposing.
Tomorrow I will die again,
Starting the cycle all over.
Rising from my final resting place,
Hoping for my moment of closure.
That one time it will all stop,
The ultimate silence of death.
I crave for its peace and serenity,
When will I take my last breath?
Next week, after I’m long gone,
I must have forgotten the last time.
I awakened from my long slumber,
He will forever be mine.
Published 1st Apr 2022
Author's Note
Another midnight write. One I hated writing. Written with bitter and loathsome consequences.
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1st Apr 2022 11:16pm
2nd Apr 2022 7:27pm
Thank you for the nice comment wired6. And today I’m fine. Hopefully it stays that way for a while.
