Time doesn't matter when you're almost dead
Tossing yourself from class to class
Shuffling along like a zombie
Following each bell like it's fresh meat
And it's not over
Following the horde to the tracks
Waiting for the train to bring you home
Ain't it something
But hey!
You're pretty much dead so it doesn't matter either way!
YOU ARE READING
Poems: A collection
PoetryA small collection of my poems. Some of them are sad, some are happy, and some are just fun!
