Tears are scarce
Tear glands are running dry
I've grieved for such long days on end.
Life's just standing stagnant
Life's a gift though ,
I care about .

Feels numb to survive without love
Loss is too high
Just gains from this last year's event called b-day
Marks another milestone to carry on.
Why should I not quit ?
To die is to start afresh.
Let me try once more the same game again !

That sweet sinister tones of death
Calling me back to replenish MY SOUL
countless stars of bliss adorn the night skies
Let me join those and stare down
Into this sea of life.
Vast and listless as it is
Slithers through hell .

NG.2022🍁
© Lizbeth