Existential Vacuity by Rachael H.
cont.

Better the devil I know...
But it seems there should be more to life than picking demons.
Strife has a chokehold on my fate,
What shit karma have I invoked?

My epitaph shouldn't be my epiphany
But the mourners are whispering,
"She had such a bright future."
Well it's hard to see a door in a wall that hadn’t been remodeled yet.

'Cause the fortress of my mind, had become dilapidated.
It stymied me!
Who knew something could burn and flood at the same time?
I needed a way out, but leaving felt like mutiny
And for some reason I wanted to go down with my ship.