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?