No more days.

This is the path that my soul has paved.

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad,

And some days I even get mad.

But none of it matters, it's all a slight.

The other side tells me that none of you matter.

Divided, like oil on water.

Shown two sides with one far mastered.

Other chaotic, hot, and alive.

And yet all it wants is to be gone.

A little slight a heavy load,

A distorted reflection within the ramblings.

Wisdom comes to those who pain.

Wisdom comes to those who wait.

But too many days I wait.

Breath take from those who wake,

Die within yourself the reality you choose to show.

But for many it's all a show, the pity.

But enough about that, none of it matters.

The only yearning I have left is the sound of the shot and that drop.

But who fucking cares? Certainly not me.

I have no right to be.

Bullet loaded, last breath pulled, the last of those thoughts come.

No more days.

No more days.