Softish
bliss that inspires my slumber,
Take hold of me and pull me under.
May
I ask for my full rest?
I
know you can’t kill me at my best.
For
that blade will never plunder
this chest of mine I got from my mother.
There
are pains I can bear,
even if I want to pull out my hair.
I
do this because I am strong.
Sometimes
I assume I am wrong.
I
put on a smile for my friends,
but sometimes I want it to end.
Now,
softish bliss that inspires my slumber,
Take
hold of me and pull me under!
I
welcome Death completely outspoken
because I know Deaths arms are always open.
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