Silence

Wishes

Laying in your bed, all snug and warm,

Wishing you were dead, cause you lead a boring life!

You feel the rotting inside you and are unprepared for the storm!

You know you are going to die and nothing can stop this strife.

You can feel the rotting within, because of your wasted youth.

The pain is unbearable; no one heeds your cries.

Your features are unreadable; you are left feeling uncouth,

Whilst you await your time to die, with blood shot eyes!

No one ever comes to your rescue,

The darkness is akin to blindness,

Creeping into your very eyes, as if on cue.

Only suffering can you see, in its true unkindness.

Death takes you in its arms,

While the coldness in you turns to ardour.

The pain turns to ecstasy, before it harms,

Well before the burning starts to belabour!

Relief from life does not last long,

Death is but a brief respite,

The suffering has only truly begun its sad song.

Oh how you wish for life, with all of your might!