Life 'kills’' me
Yet, I’m 'dieing' to live
I write of 'death’’
Is this not 'murder
'’
Am I not '’{{killing’'
things?
My 'heart’s beating’'
But I’m not breathing.
This isn’t 'living'!
I’m in this hoosegow–
The endless whirligig
That is my mind.
Taking naps at the 'cemetery'’
Feeling more 'alive’' than ever.
This newfound liveliness
Is the epitome of bliss.
A feeling I’m going to surely miss, As I 'lip-lock’' with 'the reaper', 'Imtimately' embracing 'Death’s' kiss}}.