The Future

I'm tired

of waiting for the cards to be dealt
of waiting for life to come together
of thinking that life has reason
of thinking that out there is her

I'm breaking

away from this hell in which I'm trapped
away from the mundane and obtuse
because I can't wait any longer
because there is no use

I'm falling

out of fashion, out of style
out of society, out of life
on to ground not there
on to your golden hanging knife

I'm lost

in a life I did not ask for
in a life I no longer know
in a world that doesn't see me
in a world of ultimate lows

The reason

of life is gone
of life is dead
of seeing everything die
of seeing all turning red

Farewell

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