Alas, the world has died
Broken pieces float in space

Cold hunks of dead "used to be"s
Dark now without life

Everything has some reason
For this, I have no answer

God, or whoever, decided it was time
Hardly the timing for me

I was starting to come back
Just about to get my life straight

Kill the world, days before I start therapy
Loneliness followed me to death

Meaningless existance, ended before the
New days I'm seeing ahead

Over before I could truly be happy
Pieces of rock float around

Quietly, where Earth was before
Reality stopped dead in its tracks

Screams only lasted one millionth of a second
There will be no more to me

Unless I am brought back
Very unlikely, as I hadn't lived good

Worthless and sad, no chance to shine
Xenophobia clogged my mind

You cut my time short, the
Zenith of my life was still to come

11/12/2001

Posted on 11/12/2001
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