Xeno Hemlock

What if I refuse to greet tomorrow
‘cause I’m afraid of impending sorrows?
Heartaches and failures, I refuse to deal
with them anymore; I’m just being real.

Keep me under lock, I shall be rooted
in the soil of today; hope’s uninvited.
A rat’s ass, I don’t give, if besok doesn’t come.
The land of despair is where this feeling’s from.

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