My Dieing Wish For My Bitter End"
Slice my wrists and erase my past.
End my life and make it fast.
Empty my veins of the life therein.
This life of emptiness, this flesh made of lust, dust, and sin.
Grind my bones to dust and smash my eyes.
Slice and dice up my tongue and all its lies.
Burn my remains and scatter my ashes to the wind.
This is my dieing wish for my bitter end.
Tear these stitches I don't want to ever mend.
Let me bleed, let me die, let me transform, let me transcend.
For these tired eyes need and ever seek the deepest rest.
Eternal sleep in deaths illusive, dark, and twisted nest.
So...
Grind my bones to dust and smash my eyes.
Slice and dice up my tongue and all its lies.
Burn my remains and scatter my ashes to the wind.
This is my dieing wish for my bitter end.
© Brett Harper
