• tasi_tshetso 47w

    the air he breathes in
    is suffocating like a rope
    around his neck
    He wants to smile & live again
    every night he cries and beg.
    the bed where he sleeps,
    smells grave..
    burning is a pleasure...
    whispers, cigarette in his hand.
    the ceiling fan whirling
    continuously begs him
    for his company..
    the blade on the table says...,
    it is not painful as much as
    it's inside you.

    With the sunrise,
    the debate ended again
    to whom he will agree
    to go with
    they all decided to wait