I need money …
I need to pay for that death comes for me …
For neither death (this cruel goddess) wants to touch me …
Your cold cold …
His agony suffocating …
His peace …
Because the gods let me be born?
Why not let me die in the womb?
Questions without answers take my mind and make me delirious …
Delusions … Shadowy daydreams that take the mind and spirit and body using for answers healthy so they can stop questioning …
But there is a solution … heady light at the end of the tunnel draws me to his glory …
Death awaits me there, because she will will deliver my prize so desired …
Cold enough to die …
Dying enough to choke …
Pacific is enough to hand me …