there is a gun in my chest
aimed for my inconclusive heart
i walk in circles anticipating my demise
releasing the fear i felt in the beginning
the end was there the whole time, in your eyes
and it no longer binds me to this life
are we as hopeless as the generations before us
how long can we survive before we realize
the fate of the world hangs by threads
slowly being burned by the ones damning us to hell
