My Peace Poem by phillip seymore

when i blow out my candles my only wish is to die. And i release it in my words instead of the water in my eye. so i won't stop until my pain runs dry. cause i feel that i am too much of a man to cry. so its balled up fuel and its going to be my rocket into the sky. And as i lay on my back and dream of the day that you will let me fly. i'm walking in the dark and i refuse to give. all of those close calls its torture i live. did u fire me look at all the work that i did. why didnt u let me die before i became a kid. now i see the horns of the beast. and it could of been stopped when the doctor said april 20 phillp seymore deceased. i had a glimpse of death before i could speak. when my sister lost her grip on the stroller and i almost rolled in the street. and when i almost drowned when the water was well above my feet. And i saw blue and tasted the bleach. and that was my taste of my release. and i never tasted nothing that tasted so sweet. but that 3 seconds was my only time i had that my body had of peace