I prefer meeting the alter ego I thought was dead

Something that hit me when talking to a friend

I prefer meeting the alter ego I thought was dead,

the one that I thought was trapped inside my head.

He screamed and shouted and let loose,

he tried so hard to fight the noose.

The end was near,

his death was clear

and he couldn’t withstand the choking fear.

That’s when he died.

When asked if he was okay he always lied.

His life was empty, just like his promises.

And when died he lost his provinces.

His friends they cried

On the grave he lied.

And that's when it ended, as if it were timed.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Sleepless Dreamer]

Get rid of or change one of the C rhymes, change Provinces, maybe to providence. Meth

[Baphomae]

"As if it were timed".

Excellent questionality of fate's inter-play.

Enjoyable read.