EXIT

 

like a wayfarer in a desolate city 

meandering without being witty 

he seeks comfort in the wrong place 

hoping he has arrived with the right race 

a life devoid of hope and understanding 

a life of continuous pains unending 

toxicity and misery hangs in the air 

we all must have a share in despair 

our breathe measures no value 

when loved ones dies, we all choose to argue 

“why gone so soon?” we yell 

a hopeless hope we all choose to dwell 

exit is clear when the time comes 

a sad truth we all can’t overcome 

life is nothing but a whisper 

in no time we are gone, lowered six feet deeper 

a curse placed upon us like embargo 

it only takes you and death, just two to tango 

sing a song of six pence and let me dance 

life is for rent, a subtle trade balance  

our wishes are just mere fabrication

from rigor mortis to eternal damnation 

the exit is clear, I hope you are worthy 

at the end, you are either godly or unholy 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

6:12am

11 June 2025