As the sky rolls over,
My mind begins to hover,
Or not to be.
Eternity seems not too distant,
Life seems not too consistent,
The ocean wreaks havoc in its tides,
The rain kills off all who hides,
Death takes me with its gleaming hand,
“Let’s go, Son, it’s not for you, this land,”
Fog starts to roll in,
My heart starts to fade in.
I feel nature’s looming presence around me,
The pills, the knife or the sea?
I slowly thrust the knife into my stomach,
My pain starts to slowly fade in to the distance.
My head starts to tremendously ache,
I remember all the times I could have shown some resistance,
All the times I could have apologised,
All the times I could have compromised,
The lights start to blur into the abyss,
My heart starts to reminisce,
Death smiles in all my misery,
Life cries in all my treachery.
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