Nivek

You look to the sky,
As if the clouds spell out an answer.
If I were the clouds,
I'd tell you to fuck yourself.
You think the clouds tell you,
That you've found the one.
The one has not found you.
The setting sun closes on your days here.

You look to the ground,
As if the gravel asks you a question.
I am the gravel,
For I will get stuck in your soul,
As if your shoes,
Forever.
The ground moves like quicksand under you.

Either way,
You're digging your own grave.

You will not continue this.
You are now mine.
You will pay.
Fuck you,
Goodbye.