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When Will I End?
I have tapped two fingers
In time with a beating drum
For If I stopped,
I feared my pulse would drop.
I stretched eyelids wide awake at night
They feared the darkness
might finally come for me
So I kept them pointed at the light
I closed the blinds to prevent
the blind from seeing my transparency
They may find my being to be a fallacy
I'd rather not see the blank looks they give me
I feel my feet taste the air
Finally on my way to meet with despair
Arms rattle shoulders and a tired voice sounds scared
I become shackled by an impending end
But end rides away into the sunset
And I am left at the beginning
Of this mental anguish —
It's where the living becomes the dead
I rouse to the screams
Hands on my shoulders and head
I wonder, when I will meet my end.
© JKeMac
In time with a beating drum
For If I stopped,
I feared my pulse would drop.
I stretched eyelids wide awake at night
They feared the darkness
might finally come for me
So I kept them pointed at the light
I closed the blinds to prevent
the blind from seeing my transparency
They may find my being to be a fallacy
I'd rather not see the blank looks they give me
I feel my feet taste the air
Finally on my way to meet with despair
Arms rattle shoulders and a tired voice sounds scared
I become shackled by an impending end
But end rides away into the sunset
And I am left at the beginning
Of this mental anguish —
It's where the living becomes the dead
I rouse to the screams
Hands on my shoulders and head
I wonder, when I will meet my end.
© JKeMac
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