this won't end well.

i'm telling you

it won't.

and i know that because

right when i placed my pen

onto my paper,

it drew a picture.

a picture of death.

now, i've never seen death.

i've never looked it

straight in the eye

and said

"fuck you"

i wish i could've though.

i wish i could've spoken

to the one thing

people fear most.

i wish i was brave enough

to be fearless

and daring.

i wish i wasn't scared of death.

now i told you

this won't end well.

because i know when it ends,

death will be there

picking up the pieces

of the heart he broke

and sowing them to his wall.

his wall of

the lovers.

next to the wall

of the loved.

and if there were

no hearts to pick up.

he would've taken the dead

to his other wall

the unloved.

and i know this won't end well.

because i know exactly

which wall i'm ending up on.

this won't end well.

i'm telling you

it won't.