I end up
Where I'm
Going
As later turns
Into right now.

And,
I bought
The ticket.

So,
I take the ride.

Yesterday there
Was supposed
To be
No tomorrow.

Yet,
Here I am,
A child of God,
Given more time
Than I deserve.

Or.

Even
Want.

How many
More creative
Ways can I say
I wanna die.

I hear they're
Gonna
Go to
Mars.

While I moulder
In my filth,
Ferment in
My forgetfulness.

And God
Says,
Put in more
Work
Slave.

And,
I do.

But I've gone
Past redemption
Got stuck
In retribution.

And all of this
Torment
Would end.

If I could only
Just disappear
Into
The epilogue
Of an
Obituary.