On the day of the gods at worlds end I'll
Ask them what they thought of me because
I'd like to know how I stand in their universe
True it's a selfish thought to be tilling for thoughts
When Ragnarok stares you straight in the eye
But then again I've always been fascinated by
Life and love than death and God
I'd ask all the countless minds I've met
How they perceived my guise in their eyes
And the lips I've kissed I'd ask if it tasted
Beautiful or could they feel the lies
And I'd talk to them all for days on end
When days lose meaning for I'll have time
And I'd aim to understand all my mistakes and misfortune
And maybe then I'd feel alive
When it's already too late
For then all the ghosts would speak
Unlike the ones I see
Right now
And I'd have closure
Hounded not by voices on the street
And the ripples on the sheet
That scream
Bloody murder
So I wish for the end of the world and all its dear holdings
Just for a chance to speak freely and true
And now that I've written it down I find it ridiculous
I'm probably being ridiculed right now by you.
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