Unfinished.
I hope when they lay the roses on my coffin
That thorns prick their fingers,
And Remind them of their sin,
They’ll say “She should have died hereafter.”
But as of yet I am unfinished.
I’ll be here tomorrow
And tomorrow and tomorrow
Dragging out this petty pace from place to place
Class to class till I’m
Face to face
Pen to paper
With my future
Don’t know who I am
But as of yet I am unfinished.
“It looks good on your CV”
But they don’t say what CV stands for
Just that it’s another measure of my worth
On this meaningless earth
With these people
Who’ll all burn with me for humanity’s sins
But as of yet I am unfinished.
While the politicians watch
We will die on their behalf
“For our country”
For your pleasure
Our blood stains your adversaries
As you take and take and take from us
With no shame or regrets
Just unadulterated greed
But as of yet I am unfinished.
My words mean nothing if they’re not written
Under exam conditions
Blue or black ink
Bleeds through the page
Bleeds through the table
Through my fingers
Till they break from all the shit I have to carry
In this life from day to day
You could call it a petty pace
But who’s pacing
Nowadays
When nothing is real
Nothing is real
But you’re still breathing.
Unfinished.
And if one thing in this world remains
After the stars have fallen
the gods are dead
the earth is scorched beyond repair
Not by the hand of hell but by the hand of man
It will be you.
Yet unfinished.