Loving death

Voices pass my doorway filling my room with pain
As I write this sonnet my heart is in vain
Even if there is no contentment, I know I’m sane

Love is not retired yet, neither am I
I’ll keeping on searching, not the sky
Tears burn my skin as I watch me die

I hope you follow me soon right after
There’s no other guy that I’d prefer
If not, keeping regret in mind, we’ll both suffer