Wanting Death
How I crave it, oh sweet releaseWhen I lay my hands upon my breast
And forever sleep unto eternity
My favorite kind of sleep
How I wish it, oh grand departure
Just give me five minutes with one blade
And all will be good in my world
My lovely, lonely world
How I need it, oh final bow
To stand upon the alter of fate
And lower myself into submission
My pledge for the afterlife
Poetry by Paul Vermette
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Written on 2008-04-17 at 19:56
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