• finnisam 5w

    The debts pile up,
    You get the letters through the door
    And lose yourself to your own vice.
    The debts pile higher,
    The debtors get another painful tour
    Through a mind paying the price.
    And up they go.
    Why don’t you ever stop spending?
    Why do you continue pretending?
    You can’t pay them now.
    That’s what they whisper again,
    Repeating the memories of tomorrow.
    Did you ever think you could?
    These repetitions make me insane
    And these reparations are only
    repeated sorrow.
    The debts reach finality.
    I’m drenched in the blood of my
    Why didn’t I answer those letters?

    The debt is paid.
    Is it?
    I see.