Nervous
Pain surging within, pins and needles.
The end is coming and I can finally rest.
Bringing a white dress along to marry in.
Filing for divorce from a decrepit planet.
Kissing oblivion, wishing it a goodnight.
Remembering only the heartache filled past.
Wishful thinking, rendered unnecessary.
Proper slits in wrists, no stitches needed.
Property of a dying world, never ending.
Smiling into the darkness, sweet naivety.
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