Life is a waiting room.
Sit for a finite time.
Wait there full of gloom.
There is truth in this Rhyme.

The room is unfilled.
No one will follow.
To death we are nill.
Our minds become hollow.

You will not see the end.
Yet end is inevitable.
We all follow the trend.
This trait is inalienable.

So come read with me.
Sedate yourself with book.
Convince them to see.
Why their lives you have took.

Like we slaught a cow.
Give me a reason to justify.
Explain to me now,
Why I must die.

Eyes of red,
and sleep deprived.
I stare at my bed,
as thoughts arrised.

Distractions, Distractions.
Its what I must fetch.
Diverging reactions,
Is why I'm on Sketch.

-John