Will you let me die?
Or will you drape
One thousand empty words
Across my hospital bed,
Weave them into my silent procession
Into somewhere new?
.
I don't want to hear them,
Those ugly little confessions
Spilling from bloodied lips and purple eyes,
Bruised souls from messes of their own making.
What, should I give you my soul
To ease your guilt?
.
I don't give a fuck.
.
Your confessional will be cataloged,
Thrown into the filing cabinet
Stuck in the middle of my soul
And when I slip out of these crisp
Hospital sheets, I'll take them with me
Down to the gates of Hell.
Personal delivery to the Devil's lap.
Posthaste.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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