• IdiotTheWise

Coffin Of Risks


Consequences become meaningless 

when you don’t imagine you will continue to exist 

I sit atop my golden coffin of risks 

King of nihilism 

I cut people off like my blades to string 

Blind to what it means, what it will bring 

Because solitude seems safer

My darkness is my haven, it has less impact, less reach 

My words are made of acid, they're caustic like bleach 

Hoping to clean up my mess 

Why did I do that? 

How do I stop? 

What button do I press? 

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