THE ACCURACY IN WHICH I AM ABLE TO SPEAK ABOUT FUTURE EVENTS IS ONLY GROWING MORE PRECISE
this recount of revelations
i keep spewing does nothing
i have spoken with the gods
or up until yesterday was
that i am ready quite yet
i don’t want to lend my heart
it is seemingly selfish of me
to sanction this annihilation
i do so with a loving heart of lead
sometimes a reset is needed
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if this world took my love from me
and i have none left to lend
then what use is there in remaining here
lifelessly watching the grass fade from green to grey
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im about 80% sure there is nothing left
but that 20% of me still hopes for you
in each and every way i can
looking into the void for answers or signals
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but so does the cataclysm
can we be so honest and sure
as to say this world is worth saving?
i was brought into this world without consent
and while i have spent my days
far more fortunate than most
what i desire now is answers
only god can provide me with.
i feel my friends growing into shadows of themselves
i feel time ceasing to a halt
and i don’t feel the crispness of autumn
that threatens to eviscerate us all
the lies of centuries are unraveling before
but who in their right mind
would dare to sacrifice themselves
for such a revolting place.
the blind optimism in me began dying
there’s not much left of it
certainly not enough to share
with the rest of the class.
i will take it out of my paper
and quietly chew it in the corner
so as to not crunch too loudly
i will savor whatever is left.
i think i became the thing i have feared most
but there’s only so much one can take before
it simply all becomes too much
i know that holding myself hostage is
i will continue through this labyrinth
for the souls that have departed
for lives they never lived
the future that was robbed from them