Out Of Existance
Even though I'm still here,
I have visions of waking up from this dream.
No more worring about
the cruelity from pain,
that's stinging from
beneath my skin.
They're left and set aside.
A calmness flows over me,
soon the eyes will be closed,
to see this world no more.
The ears will fall silent ,
to all the sounds around me.
The cravings that I had,
will vanish through the winds.
Ashes to ashes
to dust we must.
Now I'm set free,
out of existance that once was me.
I have visions of waking up from this dream.
No more worring about
the cruelity from pain,
that's stinging from
beneath my skin.
They're left and set aside.
A calmness flows over me,
soon the eyes will be closed,
to see this world no more.
The ears will fall silent ,
to all the sounds around me.
The cravings that I had,
will vanish through the winds.
Ashes to ashes
to dust we must.
Now I'm set free,
out of existance that once was me.
This Poems Story
was just deep thinking.
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