Goddamn the Deaths I Die Every Day
I keep coming back
just when ya think
“there
is
no
way
danny
makes it!”
i do
it’s not for lack of trying
i’m just bad at suicide
my heart forgets to stop beating
i wake up wounded
out of breath
afraid
the impression of Azrael’s palm
against cheeks
death touches me every day
but its scythe never slices my skin
why?
i’ve taken too much
enough to put down horses
but i keep getting up
i keep coming back
and i am so tired of coming back
