Why survive on the cusp of desperation
When one can walk away into the darkeness
The great sleep will bring with it
Consciousness that soothes the soul

The rat race
Th minute waltz
The fandango in a trance
Regrets, pain, laughter…reverberate
But no one is listening
Just the pigeons huddled on ledges
Overlooking deserted streets

I waited to be
I waited to love
I wanted to leave an inheritance in the void
But fate played a trick
As the trigger clicked
Russian roulette for one