The End Is Nigh

Of life, I am
     a foolish child
With scythes
     and pretty things,
Out there, somewhere,
     running wild
Adorned in
     angels wings,
Naïvely cutting
     down my peers
Before they have a
     chance to grow,
Dressing them
     in my favourite fears
And an unstable
     status quo.
Superficial hugs
     and kisses
Ensure that
     I survive,
Despite you all
     and near misses
Perchance
     I am still alive.
Of death, l am
     a wise old fool
With poems
     and sound advice,
In there, somewhere,
     losing my cool,
Stripped down
     to things not nice,
Mocking dreams
     and lifelong friends
Before they get
     too real,
But it's too late
     to make amends
Or change
     the way I feel,
I need the love
     I once denied
And still,
     I don't know why,
I only know
     the voices inside
Are telling me
     the end is nigh.

© RJVHorton 2015