some stupid poem I wrote. Feedback?
Dreaming
Of my own private refuge
Hoping
It might soon devour me
Wondering
When this will end
Longing
For the blade’s gentle touch
Bleeding
For the pain I have forgotten
Wanting
The sweet embrace of death’s bony fingers
Falling
Into an endless void
Dying
To be set free
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of the infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
H.P. Lovecraft (The Call of Cthulhu)
