🎶 Death thoughts tip toe the tight rope I’ve strung between my ears. 🎶 Routinely reassuring me that if I give in all my sins will wash away with it. Shallow my grave, I don’t need to be six feet deep. What a waste. My absence will send tidal waves of peace made up of my tears to those I’ve wronged. Most people die without a proper goodbye, but at least this can serve as that. Every day dragging my sorrows behind me like wilted balloons where even the helium is too depressed to lift up. Pain lodged deep inside of my mind tightly packed away in hopes to forget. Death reminds me it’s with it that I will return home. Washed Right back into Hell’s River. <V.P.> Music is everything. Writing to me is piecing a puzzle together. I'll write 1 line 100 times to pen a perfect ryhme...it's Consumed me!!!!