I dream of growing old
Of living long enough to be bored
unable to do anything about it
Except die

I think of dying young
And all the pain it would've brung
If I weren't already doomed and ready
It is morning, and I'm waiting on the moon

I dread my fate that dooms me
There are warnings I won't heed
My greed is enough to bleed for
My desires are to die for

I drew my blame, my guilt, my penance
My death will be my vengeance
I am the epitome of distortion
I am an epic contortion
My dreams were born from desperation
And they will die by my hand

This isn't hell, it is home, and it is plenty
But I am lost, and I might as well be in hell
I am here, my heart is hollow and healthy
And how shameful am I to waste this chance

I am living for a dream
So I am living half asleep
In hopes of waking up happy
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Idk it's not my favorite but I don't hate it

It's just...eh

I guess there are a few lines I'm proud of but it feels more like mindless disorganized rambling than a poem

So enjoy my mindless rambling

Also I had no idea what to call it so I'm calling that, it was either that or "idk dude"

Goodbye for now, Happy Holidays, Happy (almost) New year, but most of all

happy winter break🎉🎉🎉