Death Letter

This would be my death letter to you, if I ever went down the latter.

The ladder that feeds down to the grave, when life beats down on my faith.

Tattered dreams, pieces of shattered fabric seams.

Apathetic reaction when I'm not interested in refraction.

The value of deduction, when I don't care how or give a fuck when.

It's an assumption that I'm about to flush out of this character and end it all.

Read between the lines.

As this is an attempt by the subconscious mind.

To put to rest and create a futuristic existence and not have the result be to revolt and end it in death.

I don't remember who said these similes seeping from me like the blood that's bleeding from me.

Angels fall and grab me.

They were watching it all and had me do the deed that tragically ended my mortality.