7th Sun

What I wanted most,

a sad ending to it all,

in confirmation, old,

I went beyond.

Feels like it's coming on.

Neck twisted up.

Numb feet and hands.

No spit. Can't hear.

Money going fast.

After saying all I said,

the world...the world,

in murderous bounce,

and no goodbye,

no care to what I know.

Then, kill me hard. In proof.

Wrote it up. Called it out. Now,

wreck me like an ocean wave.