Death is my saviour,
Even the light can't save me.
People know that I'm not the same
Person I used to be.
Racing, unsound mind of mine
Emits thoughts of sadness and melancholy.
Stars cannot light my way to Heaven, as I
Slowly kill myself
Inside.
Only now, or
Never, will I ever be at peace.
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If I Die
Poetry"If I Die, would I be remembered?" Sam Carson is struggling with a lot of things. Mostly Life. Living between life and death, between forced choices and compulsions. Never at peace, always at war against emotions. Always thinking about death.
