Rain drops.

Days like today where it is rainy and black as a dead man’s soul outside

I just want to die. I just want to feel what it’s like to stare up at the sky

With the air in my lungs and just open eyes. I want to see what it feels like.

To know what the world looks like when you are dead.

I want to experience death upon a living earth. 

And I want to know what it feels like now.