::::::Somewhat deep..

[black_my_eyez]

I'm only 17 and yet I feel like I've lived for too long. To think I'm basically only 17% through with life if I die at a hundred... haven't I experienced enough?

As they cover my casket..
Dirt, sediment, insects surround it,
Darkness within it,
Egg-white bones, decaying skin inside of it.
Wrestlessness, anticipation,
Anxiey, fear, love,
Is what I'd still be feeling.
My feelings never die,
Will go on like time,
And never let me rest.