Thirty seven

A Poem by Effector Prime

I had nineteen years alive and I'm eighteen years of dying

Kept the churning alive
On the flip side I'd fall asleep is all
Ideally shiny material
Materialise and gun me down

I had nineteen years alive
And I'm eighteen years of dying

Nothing feels the same they say
But what's supposed to change
It's been no different or felt
Every one of those times
Every one of those thirty seven
Thirty seven times
The past thirty seven times

The seventh was a congregation
The twenty first was too still so
Close to death they say
But what's supposed to have changed

Ideally shiny material
Materialise and gun me down

Nothing feels the same they say
But what's supposed to change
It's been no different or felt
Every one of those times

Every one of those thirty seven
Thirty seven times
The past thirty seven times

I had nineteen years alive
And I'm eighteen years of dying
I had nineteen years alive
And I'm eighteen years of dying
I had nineteen years alive
And I'm eighteen years of dying
I had nineteen years alive
And I'm eighteen years of dying
I had nineteen years alive
And I'm eighteen years of dying