Death of Me
Towards my slow demise
Published in
Mar 18, 2022
The only death I’m living for is the one I’ll succumb to willingly.
The death that is checking up on me, slowly growing like ivy.
How to prepare for death?
Tear through it all,
The skin, the flesh, the blood.
Corrupt them with,
Misery, desolation, a victim narrative.
Do it every day until it becomes a practice,
until the only time you feel alive is when you have the urge to die.
