Psychotic symphony

A poem —

Photo by Lina White on Unsplash

This music is enough to make you bleed;
it is going to rip away all your assets before you know.

Now there is no way you can plead,
as your death has already come to the door.

So welcome it the way you had never wanted.
Stop thinking, you spineless being!
The end is near.

Stop suffering, as your life is of no purpose.
And I shall hereby make all of it halted,
as you put this device in your ear.

Cannot this life make you weep any longer,
for I am the one who will put you in an endless sleep.

. . .

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