41-Prisoner in hell (10-17-17)
The water spilt from my mouth
I want to drink more
I Drank all of it
I want to drown myself
to choke and to feel breathless
but my throat blocked the path and it spilt from my mouth
giving me a chance
To breath once more
And live
This life
Like I am a prisoner
in hell
I want to sleep forever until I meet my grave.
Close my eyes, succumb to eternal darkness until I lose my sight.
To disappear,
To stop the thought running inside my brain
I feel like a prisoner in hell
My temper is rising.
I can't fucking calm down!
I once thought I was a water
but I was wrong
Yes, I am composed of water,
I am gas vapour, just lit me up
I'm ready to be Gunfire
Disappear like smoke, left with an odour.
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