I have accepted you,
not as an inglorious extension...
Once I’m dead and no longer writing balderdash
Please, bathe me in plaster...
Darkness ascends once again
You were the beacon of my life...
If i died
who would cry...
Many words written of death...
Warning: This isn't a poem,
just a really lengthy piece of word vomit...
Crimson blood seeping
Through the walls, of a frail heart...
In this valley of shadows
death has a taste...
Everybody loves their life
While I hate mine...
and on the last day,
our very last day...
I do not wish to live
but my mom's illness...
I weep now, for longing;
I sob for another night of mental unrest...