Peace is a rarity

A phenomenal tranquility

I wish this were just a poem

But I’m afraid it’s reality

World is spiraling

It’s a monopoly

Sometimes I wonder

How I breath while suffocating

It’s gotten worse

Yeah I can tell ‘cause it hurts

To write another poem

From my bed-like hearse

I wish I could get over it

Gosh I’m an idiot

I wish I’d pick a side

Dead, or living like a piece of shit

I wish I could dream

But I might slip into it

And never come back

‘Cause dying feels intuitive

I thought I was fine

Yeah, I can be quite foolish

Didn’t eat for three days

Fell in love with masochism

Was gonna write a poem

But this is just a rant

I’ll come back again

When I cross my demons’ path