Vile Creature
A Pessimistic Doomsayer
From darkness
You must fall
Frail and weak
Diversion
Of suffering
Coerces
Safe
Passage
And strong winds
In broad reach
Take me away
Will you real
I rival your thought
I speak in tongues known to few
I hide depression in pages
I scavenge for meaning
I rebuke reality as a binary
I construct my own earth
Bury me beneath
Words, not earth
This world has no safe space for me
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We live like cicadas
Burrowing for years
Avoiding predators
When we emerge
Our lives are short
Time tenuous
Days spent in fear
Craving escape
But knowing
It will lead to demise
Is our nature
We cannot see
Refuse to believe
We do not submit
To corporeality
Sleep knowing death will come
I am the waves that crash, i am the end
I am the storms that shatter,i am the end
I am the mountains that crush, i am the end
I am the reckoning, i am your end