the last breathe of death

8-11,
how short a moment is; for it's ruined; it's breakaways,
the crushing feeling, the sole purpose of its resemblance; fading,
the reaper, caught?; for a split second, the worlds ended,
how unfortunate can it be?; set in stone was written; in the making,
and now its all gone; how death can set you apart, from another perspective,
just move on will you?; only for them to feel the unfortunate, would he never;

i just hope this letter reaches you, for i am dead; what killed me is the hope,
for i thought i would attain, but for i was blind, i was stupid, i have not attained,
so i sit in the steepest valley, with a trickle light coming from the cigarette,
blowing the life i had, and my soul carving; slowly chipping away the light,
had i not been so delusional; maybe had i been challenged somewhere else,
would i see you my love; but for now,

lays thee-; the resting place,
i do assure i love you,

breath*

so proud of you, like a star waiting for the death of its left legged mess;
her eyes so beautiful but fuck the dream is over
im so dead and i hope one day she will slide into my coffin
and make full life of what my dreams were once to be

A man ain’t happy truly
Until a man truly diesss
Oh whyyy
Oh whyyy