Dash Black


Time To End These Blues


It is time for blues
Loneliness takes over
Its time to think back again
Back to the grave
Back to being slaves

It’s time for sorrow
Heart aches and tears follow
Time to break up
Things fall apart

Smells don’t linger
Nobody remembers
If death really is internal
It’s time to die

Fire burns down my soul
Fire cracks up my heart
I’m tired of this foe
Flapping in my mind like an owl

Dying seems easier than living
In death I would conquer all these feelings
I would never hurt again
I would never lose my mind again
Never ashamed of my guilt no more
I would let go of hope, a string that hurts the more you hold on
And maybe I would end these blues and make it time to dust!

Submitted: Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013

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