Death physcotherapy
Written by fabee_babeeI want to feel your hands about my neck,
Until you hear it break,
slice the blade into my skin,
Feel the ice blade cut within -
Feel death take my life away.
Not to live another day.
I'm told to look at myself
and what I have become,
To relish all the life I have,
A life? - I have none.
I'm told to look at myself,
To give instead of taking,
How can I take a good look
at myself -
If the mirror keeps
on breaking?
How can I wipe away my scowl,
when you take away my hope.
What else am I to love,
than this unforgiving rope?
How can it be expected of
me to become someone,
when no love is given
except a bullet in a gun.
Death will one day consume me,
What is it to you if that is what I live for,
My life is mine consumed by death-
I ask for nothing more.