Death

Feeling: depressed
Memories As I lay dying, my eyes become heavy, My limbs weak and my hearing almost gone, I reach with my mind to capture some wraith, Some fleeting memory, some ghostly pleasure. I manage to snare it, and as it turns to face me, I recognize the ghastly haunting image of my own life. No fleeting pleasure can be found in its eyes, I only see the blackness of my memory, And all I remember is regret. I see my ambitions laid to waste, My life's loves raped by my own feeble will. I wait for death's kiss, but even that cruel release First wishes to torment me. All I wanted was to be remembered, For my name to stir and inspire bodies and minds. I was to stand between Ares and Arthur, I was to be read with Homer and King, And to be quoted with Plato and Ghandi. I was to be timeless and remembered. I wanted to say, to do, to be something significant. I wanted to teach and guide the minds of youths, And to write verse that would rival Shakespeare. I wanted to tell you that you are beautiful... I suppose I could say I died young, But that too, is simply an excuse. Bury Alive Paronoid delusions jest they will never let me rest flay your body remove the skin let blood seep out from within. Dance in the fire to the devil's song there is no right only wrong pierce the night with a banshee's cry curl into a ball it's time to die. Gouge out the eyes with ragged nails cut of the tongue to tell no tales choke on the blood down throat to keep fall into a slumber a restless sleep. Awaken, expecting to see light of day but darkness surrounds where you lay arms crossed as if lying proud enveloped you are in a burial shroud. You realise why darkness is so complete as you kick out with your useless feet the dull thud on an entombed space makes you panic and your heart race. You scratch at the lid of your cell scraping your nails but none can tell that just below where they stand is another victim to join the damned. So close they came to finding out but I convinced them there is no doubt no point in searching for the killer of thee as all I've planted is a brand new tree!
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I'M so sorry hunni if you ever need to talk you can ring me.
hugs
xx
Thanks,

Not that it matters. Don't think i'll be out to vies again.
There would be no point.
You need to update :d