Talking to the Death

Talking to the Death

I am sitting in my room
On the cold floor
Red blood flows out of my thousends of wounds
I am sitting in my room
Suffering from everything i do
Suffering from the pain
I am sitting in my room
Screaming out of the window:
Dear Death, if you want me so much
Come and get me, come and get me pleas
And then it was done, no pain anymore
No thoughts anymore
no need to suffer anymore
no dreams anymore
And no life anymore
If death wont come to me
I will bring myself to him
The last feeling was the feeling of blood
that flows out of my mouth
And the last thing i thougt:
There it is, the answer from the death
I was talking to the death, and now its talking back

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