Not Death
Death calls to me and I usually listen
It is as if it is holding out its hand waiting for me to grab
hold and ease the tension of living by ending
Sometimes I'm so eager to take hold of this
but my palm is sweating with consequence
I'm afraid I might slip
So I simply shake hands
All these suicidal passions...
Is it my fault that reality is the greatest killer of them all?
Not death, it is merely a necessity
Eventually leading to my destruction
Forever
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