A Pessimistic Doomsayer

From darkness
You must fall
Frail and weak

Diversion
Of suffering
Coerces

Safe
Passage
And strong winds
In broad reach

Take me away
Will you real

I rival your thought
I speak in tongues known to few
I hide depression in pages
I scavenge for meaning

I rebuke reality as a binary
I construct my own earth

Bury me beneath
Words, not earth
This world has no safe space for me

We live like cicadas
Burrowing for years
Avoiding predators

When we emerge
Our lives are short
Time tenuous
Days spent in fear

Craving escape
But knowing
It will lead to demise
Is our nature

We cannot see
Refuse to believe
We do not submit
To corporeality
Sleep knowing death will come

I am the waves that crash, I am the end
I am the storms that shatter, I am the end
I am the mountains that crush, I am the end
I am the reckoning, I am your end