Your words are preying on my heart.
Silence is rebellion.
Pain is objection.
You don't wait until I leave.
You turn the blade, and through my chest it goes.
I'm leaving for the West.
Where pain is never felt,
and sadness doesn't exist.
Where peace and harmony was born.
I can hear them.
Calling me.
I can hear it calling out to me.
I feel close to death.
Don't blame me for walking away.
Far from all of you.
When I disappear.
When you call me,
and I don't answer.
And my eyes don't want to open.
Don't you tell me your sorry
when I'm no longer around.
It won't matter,
because I heard them
calling me.
It was calling me.
I will hear it calling me out.
I feel close to death.

© Little Weeb
@beishang