Twisted Fantasies
Dying is a fantasy;
It calms my distraught mind.
If anyone would dare to look
Within my cluttered head,
They'd know that my sanity
Is much too hard to find.
It's not like I wish to die,
But if my time came near,
I'd simply just accept the fact
My life will soon be gone.
I wouldn't fight to stay alive;
I would be without fear.
When I take my final breath,
I'll close my sullen eyes.
My mind will by then be no more
But before I fade away,
I'll manage to remember that
It's not so bad to die.
It calms my distraught mind.
If anyone would dare to look
Within my cluttered head,
They'd know that my sanity
Is much too hard to find.
It's not like I wish to die,
But if my time came near,
I'd simply just accept the fact
My life will soon be gone.
I wouldn't fight to stay alive;
I would be without fear.
When I take my final breath,
I'll close my sullen eyes.
My mind will by then be no more
But before I fade away,
I'll manage to remember that
It's not so bad to die.