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.

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