Is this supposed to be the day
when it's all over
written in the books
as a finalized date of fate
having to come without a choice
There's always doubt
but the word is out
and suddenly
You crash into a brick wall
safety belt or not
you're fucked
Crushing your skull into mere shreds
doesn't give you time to rethink
which way you should have gone
It's a savior and it's a Satan
your head twisting
your belly full of nauseation
you can't control
Does it have to end at all
on a very sour note?