Peel the skin that weeps, the only thing that sleeps is my sliced wounds weeping for closure of putrid, stinging pain.

Glistening, blood-filled with life, but resurrecting dead cells to life.

SELL MY SOUL AND HOPE TO CHANGE MY WAYS AND SELF WITHIN ME.

Wish the sea carry my body and cleanse my soul. My body feels weary and dreary, so that I wish I were buried in a cemetery.

But death is scary, but I would rather have my soul carried into the next chapter.