why set out ?
when you already know,
who told you ?
now you are so sure,
what shall become of us?
there is no one to care,
when will it happen?
is tomorrow to soon,
where will I be?
when this fatality,
befalls and then,
the end.
why set out ?
when you already know,
who told you ?
now you are so sure,
what shall become of us?
there is no one to care,
when will it happen?
is tomorrow to soon,
where will I be?
when this fatality,
befalls and then,
the end.
We all know this feeling -fear fans the flames.
Doomed at work, in love, in Life.
Cold hands control the levers of life.
alliteration won’t save us.
The End