How I Want To Die Poem by Dyna Misery

His mind is like a house of mirrors, covered in blood
I can see parts of myself in His thoughts...a leg here, an organ there...

Funny how...

The one who might could take away my misery
Would probably be the one to end me
Spread me open to get inside
Then slice me open deep and wide
I'm just glad that this time He is my muse
Instead of those who abuse
At least He will finish the job
Right down to my very last sob