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)