I Am Ready To Die You Bas.Tard Poem by Stella Andrews

falling through darkness of time
screaming so loud it's silent
'are you ready to die? '
Does it matter if i am not?

flashing scenes of sorrow
theres a hurricane in your eyes
190km through suburban streets
to a mountain ahead

take control of fate

breathing is a natural instinct
for this i am thankful
'i want to die and
bitc.h i'm taking you with me'

a hateful tear falls into nothing
unseen and unknown forever
i look around at what is life
and i know i must give in

if god was one of us,
he would be the sad man.
i share his tears,
i taste them in my dry mouth.

of mere being was so bliss
is it a right or privilage?
i take back my heart
and hold it in my hand

it's time to let go of everything.

i empty my mind and fill my heart
staring into your eyes i am silent
i do not want to leave this life
pathetically screaming no, not yet.

holding the good times tight
the bad times are left in the wind
i crawl inside myself
happy to hide with my loving soul

breathing out white crystalised air
this life was mine.
i let go of, everything.
I make peace.

i am, i was, i've been.
i am ready to die,
you bas.tard.