If you don't think so, you might be brain dead.
We are all just numbers to the state
and they use those numbers against our will.
Did you hear me?
There's a price on your fucking head!
But you'll never see it, their eyes only.
They've been draining it slowly,
How long do you think you'll last?
Mine has almost come to a halt
so if I'm gone soon, you know why
and they won't even let me say bye
But who am I to judge, right?
Here's my fucking goodbye:
The walls are closing in, the darkness will swallow me.
Here's to hoping there's something more when my body hits the floor.
If there's something you should know, it's that there's no escape.
You cannot overpower this force, it will find you no matter where you are.
YOU ARE READING
Messages From the Void
PoetryA culmination of my poetry that I have carefully jumbled into a book, which is also available on amazon. Thank you and good day.
