Death is the pleasure
I see it as gain
life becomes tragic so hard to explain
lost all happiness never more to be
Dying seems more comfortable to concede
hurt is so common now to me
no will I achieve
phony smiles put on for sight
a dull aching heart is what
I have to look forward to each and every night
But, it was all worth it, few moments I had to spend with you.
©ha-satan
J