I said something, quite cruel
I’ve made you hang up the phone
Notice, I make you often now
When you went deaf, I was undone
I sell most of my time these days
What’s left refuse to work alone
Mere existence, it prods, it mocks
Failure, sloth, persistent fouls
Notice, how my tears have thinned
Overkill will do that, I suppose
Mostly for fiction, scarcely for life
You gifted me some triggers after all
Hopes expired after lasting so long
My mind is too venomous to go on
I stand here now, idling on
I’d sneak out of life before dawn
I could rage, I could march on
A purpose worthy, there none I’ve found
I cross the road with my headphones on
A fast moving vehicle would do, I suppose
I’m sorry, this is not your fault
You are not to blame, nor to account
You tried, you failed, happens to us all
Death could be bliss, don’t mourn the unknown