Meditações de Fim de Mundo

The end, so clear
The pale fate of darkness
Befalls us the bad and unfair
The forever doomed
The dead of mind and body
Laugh at us
What was this all about anyway?
Didn't we spend our lives in hell?
The broken pieces come together
The Endless wisdom becomes useless
The timeless pleasure to say
I told you so...
But when?
'Till then what?
Is this life good enough
To reject the immortal other?
We will never know
Untill it's too late to believe
But believing can be hell
When you wait...

Aos 17 anos ninguém acreditou que tinha sido eu a escrever este poema.
Considero até hoje um elogio...