November, 25th, 2023
How vivid you were at sixteen!
Now you're twenty-five,
Extremely conscious of the time
you lost for being so ignorant.
Clock's been tickin' all along
But now it seems to be faster
It has become the Grandmaster
Of your reality.
There's nowhere to run, young boy
All those things you enjoy
That once filled your room
Will be quickly brushed off
By the broom of Time.
Spleen has eaten you alive
Depression swallowed you whole
In your heart there's a hole
That can never be fixed.
As the rain gets in, you wonder
How can I possibly be stronger
If it means putting a mask back on?
It goes on 'n on as your mind races
Across the universe you find a cross
Drenched in God's blood —
Look at your hands:
You killed the man who saved your life.
Try creating a new God and see if you're satisfied.
Now you're twenty-five, tomorrow you're forty
Clock's tickin', young boy —
You've plenty of Gods to kill.
Enjoy.
