Sunday, November 16, 2025

The Sole Guarantee

Even when winter calls me by my name
Know season's end already did the same
A mind falls in both paranoia and blame
Screaming as I fall down a deepest hole
Asking a world inside me leave me slain
Let me fall and be free from all my hope
Tired of a world's guarantees, all unpaid
But for one paying entirely upon death
So tired of the lies of this world, I wait
For when I draw my final breath