They prophesized that I would die this way,
with blood running from my mouth,
and not one to disappoint,
I did just that
It was not because I wanted it all to end badly,
because that was not true at all,
I just gave up on optimism when it gave up on me,
And when they said I never took responsibility for my mistakes,
I asked them about regret,
and respectfully disagreed with a smile,
It was always someone,
or something,
and death proved no exception,
after all,
I never asked for any of this
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