October 31, 2019

Die to Slow

Slow, slow die...
Breathing is a hobby and I give it up
Let me lie. Please let me lie.
I plan on dust but dirt under my bones wont hurt me 

Your wish
Your command

I will follow whomever puts me as they will
I'll lie still if they wish it, too
Just let me rest
Rest

I never planned on a die. A death.
But they planned the rest
So come to my funeral and hurt like i hurt.
Miss me?
Miss the point.

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