Misplaced Missive #18 – Too Much

Hello darkness, my old friend…

I would die for your slightest whim,
And I don’t care if it’s a sin.
Ask me to Sink or Ask me to Swim.

Want to drive too fast.
Ignore the speed limit; crash.
Want to dive from too high.
Ignore the wind rushing past.

No fear of death,
Just curiosity.
The end is calling.
I’m such a coward,
Don’t have it in me,
To find out what’s next.

Too much against instinct,
It’ll only take an instant:
Need a Push or Need an Order.

Jessie Gutierrez

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