Jodie

Doomsday

Doomsday 

Is coming close,

I grip the edge,

I feel like throwing up

 

Life ticks like a machine,

Relentless, cold,

I wish I could chart the course—

But choice is a myth.

 

Shadows crawl and twist,

Agonizing death,

Lets not think-

The shadows knows

 

Truth buried deep,

While the lie’s shine above

What’s beneath—

I dare not show.

 

Self-esteem in flames

Ashes all around,

All i want is to wake up fine,

Alive but hollow


Doomsday circles close,
I feel it now—
My end arrives
In scattered pieces.