It isn’t Majickal

This isnt a place,

Just a need to get away,

forgiving complaints,

Obscenity awaits,

And i am just another marker

Above the wall and within darker

moments of peace are shockers

Inside the depressed replying harkers

There isnt anything majickal

its only a sense of need

If you fear the reaper

slice the wrist to watch it bleed

we are only a patience

spacing evil with good deeds

The change is a blessing

An opening of an eye

As i die alone