Excuse me, sir Can I buy a bit of time? Death day is coming fairly soon Looking at stars, I could read the signs Slicing scythes through souls To leave a hole in my whole being. Without any modification still, I feel a broken existence is all they're seeing. That's not to say this life is shallow But the targets I am aiming just end up breaking When my points are sitting hollow.
Sir, if I could have a moment more, My life fluid dripping from my heart Puddling the bathroom floor. No one tends to notice, no one stops Today, I kick the bucket. Tomorrow, they just mop. Forgetting to be human To all other human beings, Writing cries but no one's reading.
Please, if I could have a second... Okay, no hand wavering, I get it. Just let me close my eyes Drifting into another spectrum.
THEY make you feel special- and then leave as if you were nothing more than a bag of trash. THEY tear you down without even knowing it- slowly chipping away the pieces most prized to you. THEY sink you to the bottom- and only then do they leave so you’re left drowning; watching them float back up; wondering how they manage to be completely fine after wrecking your life. THEY lie and steal- parts of your heart and carry it with them as trophies of all the people they’ve hurt. THEY make empty promises- they seem solid, but in reality are nothing more than hot air. THEY are the **** of the earth- and they reel you, offering you the world knowing that’s exactly what they’re going to strip from you...