I Called For Death in Days Disastrous

I called for death in days disastrous

An easy fix to forget that mattress

An easy fix to forget the blackness

An easy fix to escape the vastness.

And I’ve been deemed as a dramatic

By those who please the autocratic

By those who worship god as phallic

By those who take privilege for granted.

I wonder lately on what to live for

A future bought with hopes of a cure?

Pandemonium seems so secure

I see no point when I’m not sure

Feigned empathy — I can’t endure.

To live a life is to live uncertain

No guarantee of feeling worth it

No quarantine that will secure it

No damned sanguine reassurance.

But my blood stays warm

Although i’m frozen

I carry on as if I’m chosen

Now my grandiosity is showing

I know I’m no one

But my blood stays flowing.