Order fades as moments pass,
Like grains within an hourglass.
The brightest flame, the boldest spark,
Must yield its energy to dark.
For life and cosmos share one truth:
A slow decay from vibrant youth.
Both strive against the rising cost,
Until the final warmth is lost.
They roll the dice with someone else’s soul,
planting breath in flesh they’ll never console.
A child is born not asked, not spared—
just handed pain they didn’t declare.
Selfish architect of suffering’s start,
the cruelest gift: an unwilling heart.
The clock unwinds its final thread,
soft shadows pool where daylight bled.
No fight left, no plea to stay— darling, hush.
It’s my turn to fade away.
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Fingers fidget, frantic, flawed,
flesh forgets its fragile frame.
One hated digit—dull, despised—
drips despair in crimson shame.
Blade bites bone with bitter bliss,
severing self in a savage spree.
A ragged root of rage released—
My useless finger set free...
My veins are bursting, thick and hot, blood slams inside like it’s rot. I claw my wrists, beg it to pour, but the skin stays whole, denies the score.
Too much red, it chokes my chest, I want it out I need the rest yet arteries laugh, sealed and smug, drowning me slow in a flood.