Lately,
Death has been sounding so nice and peaceful.

Lately,
I'm coming to loth my very existence.

Lately,
I wish I could just die.

Lately,
The welcoming arms of the abyss calls to me,
Drawing me in to its comfort.

Lately,
I am convinced that welcoming death doesn't sound so bad,
And I'm seeing it as the only way out of this hell.

I just wanna die,
And rest in the bosom of the motherly abyss,
Falling into an eternal sleep,
And stop existing.


© Enma Eden