Dying When Our Jobs Are Done
I’m going crazy, would it matter if I told you?
A world of misery, will anything change if I tell you?
Wide awake until I sleep tonight
So alive until I die this life
Emotions all over the place
Brain is shellshocked
Meaning that I play this game
Passing time pretending to live
Hoping that it goes by in peace
Traveling the least path of pain
Closer to death letting entropy increase
Talking myself out how awful it feels
It’s Dejav… damn not again…
Wonder if we’ll get to talk to someone in an afterlife
because we didn’t get to talk to anyone alive.
to explain consciousness and why it felt endless.
Wonder if I should get there faster
Where it’s permenantly nice
Never having to we wake up again, for nothing to happen
Diposable hopes of the night
Distracting my mind as my thoughts race
This thing we live through anyway
Universe lost. Loneliness numb.
why are we so aware of life?
Is God there? because space is scary, and life on Earth is a joke
Hells and heavens? For our pathetic souls? Is God bored?
God listens… God listens, if you don’t believe me, pray