Letter to a Past Self

The End is coming You know it That way your stomach hurts whenever you really think You know The sun setting on the horizon You know All the strength in the world cannot hold it up But try Try You always try You pray for success But you know Failure is your only hope No matter The End is coming The End is coming It is spinning out of control Faster and Faster Than the speed of light and sound together But better What you want no longer matters The End is coming The End is coming Every second is precious Diamond seconds sliding through your fingers like water Dripping down your spine Turning to blood dripping through your fingers Or maybe dripping through his fingers Its hard to tell But You have to keep it together You have to contain this madness You hurt I know You love him I know That doesn’t matter I’m sorry It just doesn’t matter The End is coming The End is here.