ready or not,
here i come.
count your blessings,
find the sum -
of all the tears
that’re due to flow
from a corner of your heart
you didn’t even know
existed before;
now open the door;
embrace your mortality -
let it purge your core
of all the notions
that vexed your spirit, and,
twisted your mind, well -
not anymore.
i’ve come to show you
the only way out;
‘take it or leave it’ -
i’m leaving with you,
or without.
have you no clue
how profound the disease is? -
it’ll take a while
to pick up the broken pieces.
sleep shall be but a
fleeting dream.
oh yes,
it’s a wicked scheme.
i’ve come to search your soul
like a sleuth;
i’m your fateful reckoning -
your ******* moment of truth.
