My Mouth Speaks.

As each day passes.
i wonder how much time is left.
i wonder how much time has left.
I ponder to live.
i feel closer to what i am now.
but yet drifting so far away too.
Grasping for my breath.
i knelt and cry.
why can't i just die.
wouldn't it be more beautiful if things just ended?
don't be a bitch bout it , Crim.


- Crimson