Spirit

Desperation.

It hurts so much " I can’t express.

I can’t go back, I can’t de-stress.

And bit by bit it eats me up,

It drives me mad - I’m giving up.

Enough of fun, of lies and fakes,

It’s time to pay for what’ve been made.

The drop of blood puts sign on paper,

Ensure the treasure for the Reaper.

An awful creature lives in side,

And even worst appears outside…

A bit by bit I’m leaving body,

Ensure the peace for everybody.

The Reaper waits for highest scot,

It won’t leave blood " not even drop.

The price I am paying for peace,

Requires spirit to release.