Ticus Poetry Quotes

So tell me, how long will I continue being dead before I die? Because this breathing feels more like bleeding.

I learned how it felt to be dead while still walking, to wear a heart that no longer beats, and a soul that no longer feels

And when death finds me, I hope it whispers, “Come now, the fight is done,” and takes my hand gently, like an old friend who understands why I’m so tired. I hope it says, “You've carried enough, let me hold this weight for you.” I hope it promises, “Here there is quiet. Here you can rest.

I learned how it felt to be dead while still walking, to wear a heart that no longer beats, and a soul that no longer feels