Saturday, August 3, 2019

Cassandra


The point of no-return is in vicinity.
Maybe I should run and try,
To stop living a lie.

Or should I slow down,
Let the feeling linger, a little longer?
I've heard that time heals; makes you stronger.

My fickle mind flickers like a flame,
This moment I am this, the next that.
Atychiphobic  was the boy, as is the man.

What I really need is to stab my p_n_s,
Into the black hole at the centre of the universe.
Having fucked the world, I wish it just disappears.

Peace be upon us!