The Sweet Release
Track 9 - May 4 , 2025 12:00 AM
I used to think about death

like a lullaby.

A quiet place.

A sweet release.

Not because I hated life,

but because my mind wouldn’t shut up.


The thoughts came

uninvited,

unfiltered,

grotesque.


Like static I couldn’t turn down

on a channel I never picked.


And somewhere in that noise,

death started to look like silence.

Not an ending.


Just a pause.

Just a break

from myself.


But every time I got close,

something inside me recoiled.

Like my soul knew better,

even if my mind didn’t.

The sweetness turned sour.

The comfort turned cold.


I didn’t want to die.

I just wanted the thoughts to stop.

I just wanted to breathe

without drowning

in a mind that hurt to live in.