Very Sour Note

Is this supposed to be the day

when it's all over

written in the books

as a finalized date of fate

having to come without a choice

There's always doubt

but the word is out

and suddenly

You crash into a brick wall

safety belt or not

you're fucked

Crushing your skull into mere shreds

doesn't give you time to rethink

which way you should have gone

It's a savior and it's a Satan

your head twisting

your belly full of nauseation

you can't control

Does it have to end at all

on a very sour note?

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