fated

fate still hunts me
the race opens my eyes
my speed will crush them
the enemy is inside me
so i peel my skin and
i count my sins
knowing the truth but
living a lie, mouthing
words with no meaning
no understanding,no motivations
no nothing, yet time passes
i rigged myself with explosives
as i implode, silently,
quietly, hiding as i self destruct
i effortlessly recede into
nothingness, my own inability bringing
my downfall, deep into the darkness I've dug my own grave,
me being the undertaker, preacher and
corpse, i sing my own death tune with the
scythe becoming my microphone and the dirt
of the earth my final resting place.