poem from a rusty plastic boy

kill me now i dont care how
sword or gun as long as its done
make this breath my last
just hurry up and make it fast
end this life now end my heavenly strife
make it go away as blood drips from the knife
the time is now ripe please
wipe away these sins and forbidden lusts
it is my own death to you i put in my trust

By shadowedlight

momento morten vitae sequens. (remember death follows life)