The Ending

Recycle the end, and it never comes...

Too much poison in the bloodstream,

too many convulsions for one heart.

All it takes is one severed seam,

to tear the whole fabric apart.

Too much life after death,

too much to give away,

With every passing breath,

I learn to anticipate the end of the day.

 

Why struggle to swim?

I'll let the current carry me--

Why fight at a whim?

when what I win would hinder me?

 

The ending's my beginning,

I fall in hard even when winning.

In the end, who would I try to fool?

I'm well aware that I was just a sad tool...

I don't have to decide, each way is the same,

I'll lose more than I ever gained in this f*****g game.

You put the fork in the road, so I'll rely upon the knife,

because it's the only way out of this dying life.

It's funny that you'd ask me now to choose,

No matter the choice, I know I'd lose...

Reviews

[poetic soul]

this is worst phase of life, when you are given the choice, but you know anyhow, you are the one who'll lose.. its like, forced to play a lost game!

lovely creation..

Regards,
Poetic Soul