Solemn, sombre, sad.
Feelings I once had.
Now with feelings all but gone,
I no longer feel that forlorn.
I view Death as a way of Life,
The single hope, the salvation
Of a broken heart and soul.
Death, come, come embrace me!
Death wish I have not,
But sometimes in moments of desperation,
When everything goes Horribly wrong,
It is of little wonder that one will
Turn to Death for comfort and salvation.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not suicidal,
Just a little... macabre.
No more, no less.
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