Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Give me death
As readily as you gave me breath.
I wish only to die
So that I may never again lie
When I look in the face of another
And pretend I don’t see my mother.
Give me freedom from this pain,
Build me a shelter from the rain.
Give me the cold comfort of my Father’s arms,
And all the vicious words with which Misery charms.
I will go to bed and rest my weary head for the last time.
So please, God, let this be the last goddamn rhyme.