Deductive

Could we have foreseen such a mess?
None of my divinations would imply
A future foretold of constant duress
Hope, the last evil that peace would deny
And at the edge, maybe I'll find my way
Just before I fall all the way off
There's no more magic or rituals to display
When giving my all and I wasn't enough
Maybe we're out of time, or had too much
An Apathy in place of you feels so wrong
An emptiness where I knew your touch
I am left a void and nowhere to belong
I am not so sure staying here on earth
Is really the right choice of action
Is it accidental or an act of lasting hurt
An early check out as a final compassion
Look at me, looking at suicide in rationality
I wasn't ever here for me, not glorified
It was always going to be outlasting me
And will we really know with what we have complied?
Only when I am the embodiment of complete devastation
A future built on tumult, sands of comfortable complacency
Logic makes a solid case for all the turmoil I wreak, sensible Ideation
All my hearts that were purely love, there'll always be more for fucking hating me...always hating me...

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