Letters To Oblivian.

I grow weary of this world

I grow weary of living

Oh death, why do you torture me so?

Am I not going to face you eventually?

why not now?

My eyes are heavy with dispear

Please let me rest them.

For I am tired,

Why has a world of so much hatred still floating in space.

I am not needed, I swear.

I yearn for your cold lips on mine, so bitter sweet.

Don't leave me here to suffer, let me soar into oblivion.