grotesquely, it approaches slowly

it's not nihlistic

it's just realistic

to come to this conclusion

it's not direct, the want of death

it's just a lack of living

in time, you'll see, just like the seas,

it calls to you, won't leave you be

it wants you there,

and so it stares

at everything within you

you will depart

and then restart

just like a replayed movie

it's inevitable

reprehensible

but ever does it linger

do not be scared

you won't be spared

of death's unholy stinger

your memory wiped,

your best friends gripe

and then it all just ends. inspired by depression lmao

circa ??? (wrote it before watery grave)