Judgmental Apocalypse Poem by Timothy Long

Your still alive, I don't care, give me the reason why, get out alive, just like you, lost it through, they will put a knife in your back, stab first, have the last laugh, if you can't think, jump in a river and sink, only so many things are left, nothing left to appreciate, anything even remotely that was a problem is no more, get out of here, why drag yourself to drown, once the struggle wakes you up, looking a spirit in the spotlight, a gift from another if any left is like a fairytale, demented...mental illness...it doesn't matter now, it's in a thing called my own words, no full grace, it's just how one is, so abnormal, a theory that doesn't exist, all the time that remains, can any undercover what's going on? Destroying the mind like a ton of hearts, so simple, what a mental block, move away from that...it will only inflate, people, will in balance and denial, observe yourself, for morality turns reality as if the ultimate pleasure.