Death
Description: Again, another poem written about 2002. This is mostly a poem about what goes would go on in my mind when I felt depressed. It’s very dark and unsetting so don’t say you haven’t been warned.
Hell? A burning inferno.
They say when you commit a sin that’s where you go.
As I sit staring out the window trying to go with the flow.
I realize that either or that’s where I belong.
We all are sinners but what I want to do tops it all.
What I want is to be able to kill.
No not someone else.
The person I want eliminated is myself.
I want to go away and be forgotten.
In time I know I will be anyway.
The only thing I’m really doing is speeding up the process.