Poetry

[isis]

idk

i know where i want to adventure to -
the place we all go when our life is through.

i was born for just one purpose: to die -
to kiss this strange reality good-bye.

i want to be where all souls are at peace -
until i have this, i'll long to decease.

when i can see, for sure, that all is well -
that is when i'll no longer want to bail.

i don't know how much longer i can wait -
could dying by my own hands be my fate?

(please note: i'm not suicidal. i just like writing darkish poems every now & then.)