A Sweet Death [01/20/2021]
Would they even miss me My head is getting dizzy This vodka really hitting Is this life worth living Mirror mirror, who is there To bury maiden fair With slender tears to share ... With sickly skin laid bare Thoughts go by my head Can't you love me instead? Swirling born and bread To be in sadness well fed Be it ocean, be it sky, A breeze pushes on by To send me wondering why I'm always so ready to die.