How can death claim me?
Or the will of another?
How can I find the will to live--
the will to run.
Pressing on my mind,
this feeling of regret has got me
spinning out of time.
I'm running out of thoughts
to keep me sane.
I'm running out of time
to play this game.
Maybe I'll let death play my part.
Maybe I'll stop the beating of my heart.
Or maybe I'll just fade away,
fade away.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Shadowscript
PuisiThis book is a collection of poems I've written over the years. For a long time, I wrote poetry as a vent for my emotions during my darkest times. Sometimes, I'd remove myself from the poem and write it as a way to lift myself back up again. Sometim...
