DEATH

I was looking through my stacks of notes that accumulated through years of studying and working and guess what I found, a poem I wrote, probably 4 or 5 years ago, and damn it scares me knowing I wrote this.

When will you take me, When will we go,
Take me from this place of pain and sorrow,
So what if I'm not happy, as long as I'm not sad,
No happiness, no sadness, no emotion, nothing...
nothing wouldn't be bad.

When will you take me, when will you do,
Take me to a place I see in you,
You come, you go, and take someone with you,
And from your eyes I see nothing, no red, no blue,
only the things of darkest hues.

When will you take me, when will we go,
Take me to a place you very well know,
This pain, this sorrow, it burdens me a lot,
Even how much I try to win, I cannot, I cannot,
To resist I can only try,
to fight would only make me cry,

So take me now, let's leave tonight,
You're the only one I know that might,
Might free me, save me, from this life I'd always regret,
When is the time you had plan, when is the time you have set,
To take me and free me...
...death

We'll it doesn't seem to have a title, so I'll just leave it that way. Enjoy !