Another poem by me: "Monsieur Vampire, take me! I adore you!"


Death Wish

I wanna die, please let me die
Make me quickly disappear
There’s nothing here for me
But all those things I don’t wish to see
They’ve come back again to haunt me
They’ve come back again to tease me, to rub off me, killing me slowly

I wanna die, please let me die
It’s too much regret to conceive
Love brings pain and no relief
No matter how many gods I believe
None of them give me release
Even if Satan listen to my whims
Thousand prayers I’ll say to him

I wanna die, please let me die
Cause friends I have none,
And peace is long gone
Set me free, grant me a dive
Cause also the family I had once
Vanished without sparing me a glance.

Will you let me die? Why won’t you?
I wanna part from this world
To breathe another life, to welcome my demise and to rejoice in paradise

When I finally soar to the sky Amidst clouds of fire May death allow my wings to fly into endless nights

by Vanesxa a.k.a The heartless

It might be hard to recognize him like this, but the owner of this two big fangs above is the japanese singer and actor Gackt Camui.

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