Signs say stress.
I say the End of the World.
A mental break
Or a fractured world.
The walls of my mind tremor
The world falls apart at the fringe.
Acute stress, prolonged stress.
Acute suffering, prolonged suffering.
Good lord, its the end.
Oh God, the end of times.
I see hints, hidden in plain sight.
This diseased world, is apocalypse bound.
Yet they'll say I'm not mentally sound.
But the world dangles on a string.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC
Signs say stress.
I say the End of the World.
A mental break
Or a fractured world.
The walls of my mind tremor
The world falls apart at the fringe.
Acute stress, prolonged stress.
Acute suffering, prolonged suffering.
Good lord, its the end.
Oh God, the end of times.
I see hints, hidden in plain sight.
This diseased world, is apocalypse bound.
Yet they'll say I'm not mentally sound.
But the world dangles on a string.
