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.