Turning The Clocks Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

Turn back the clock
and slit your wrists
Go back in time
and end the suffering
before it began.
End it, end it all.
Bring the suffering to an end,
drag me to hell.
Kill me slowly,
make it hurt.
Let me die,
let me perish.
I don't want to be here,
there's nothing left for me.
Letting the cold creep inside,
allowing the poison
to spread, to kill me.
I want it to end.
I'm ready for it to end.
For the pages to stop
and the book to close.
Slam the door behind me,
bolt the door
and scream good riddance.
Don't let me back in,
forget me,
hate me.
Let me die.
Kill me slowly.

April-15th-10