Too much of dying

Too much thinking of dying,

But not doing anything ’bout it.

So much, as I am alone here,

Waiting for a lightning to struck me,

Or fell a deep sleep and never be awakened.

Too much thinking about crying,

Yet there’s no single tear is falling.

So much, as I’m here in the dark,

Waiting for a miracle to happen,

And you’ll come here to save me.

Too much thinking, too much sorrow,

Can’t let go of this relentless feeling,

That batters me till I breakdown inside.

Too much thinking about dying,

Yet there’s no way to die in an instant.

Reviews

[John A Common]

Very well put. I lie in bed and think the same stuff every night. I really dig this great job.