Feb 3
𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹
Something huge is grabbing me
And Im staring at its open mouth
A mouth thats about to devour me
So the second before it throws me in
I bargain with death
I know he wont have mercy
He wont even look my way
When my head flies off
But staying quiet is not my way to go
So even when my body is eaten
And my head lies at deaths feet
I beg
Knowing my last words will be:
Please, let me stay in this life I cursed every day.
And that will be its punishment
The revenge for death itself
My cut off head will never stop howling
About how unfair it was..
If it takes me
I will be its damnation