Destined for Greatness

Waiting for a big moment, but I must've squashed it

To elevate my writing, no pain to make me nauseous

This long I wrote based on my rage alone, but I lost it

Hatred can only be so long, honestly I'm exhausted.

Certain lines you don't cross, but I believe I'd crossed it

Coffins on my shoulders, no more retrieving mosh pits

What should I write on, my life is monotonous

And heaving it out no more is an option regardless.

My thoughts would end before this ink but I washed it

And everyday is a blur, my mind seems distorted

Wake up and back to sleep, everything else is frosted

But wait for me no more, I'm overly cautious.

Life gave a second chance, but I believe I tossed it

Or maybe this is time I hung it up and crossed it

And end it for good before it ends up in forfeit

Destined for greatness, no wonder what it costed.

By: Arman Yusuf