death musing

basically im a superdepressedmotherfucker and i wish i were dead

pump me full of pills douse me in gasoline torch me stuff a grenade in my mouth and throw me off a cliff let me get ripped to shreds combust into a thousand pieces all my pain pulverized into little corpse crumbs

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain.

One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.