End Of Days Poem by Blessing Asake

I thought this could come to an end
I wish it could come near, buh I was losing thought,
I thought I can escape from this naught world
buh it keep coming back,
I thought I can will world myself, don't know that I was too jeck for nothing.

I wish this can come to an end and never have to remember,
I keep singing in tears when I'm sad of peace,
I can't echo for help, I was losing my mind,
the days are blessed buh full of evil,
I curse the day bless.

I need to see the end when I'm drunk,
so that I can stop thinking when I'm off,
just to praise myself welldone,
when I'm strong
I will advise others not to,
then I can rest and call it
a day.