Might as well that the stars may fall on me,
You must login to vote
And destroy me to my very existence.
Might as well that the sun will burn me to dust,
Than be blinded by the light of agony.
Might as well that the ocean will cover me in a sea of despair,
And drown myself to cease this pain I bear.
Might as well that blades will pierce my flesh,
Than one hard strike of reality.
O joyful death it may be!
That can cease this curse I bear.
I am in love with death,
Infatuated by this joy forsaken death!
Cursed! I am cursed!
Cursed to part from joy to despaired sorrow.
Holing on, as I reached for the heavens above,
Heaven's door closes. Heaven does not hear me.