I feel nothing. I only hear.
I hear the bored world telling me
I’m nothing special.
I hear death, charming and strong.
It tells me to come…
Beckons me with its fingers
The whisper, so close to my ear.
I shiver.
My heart beats faster as Death begs it to find peace.
“Come.”
My body longs for it,
My mind tingles.
Let me lie with you.
I come for death.
I rest at last.