bored

A memory of death

Drifting away, slowly, like a leaf turning circles as the wind blows coldly,
Just another case of a heart gone moldy,
It wouldn't have changed a thing even if the world had told me,
That living is just the path to death,
You can't live forever like you can't hold onto your breath.
To live an extra day would be this dead man's theft.
So I left.