Meet My Maker

I wrote out the danger hours

But I didn't follow the rules and now I pay

Head spins, and the silence screams

And all I wish for is an end.

The end could be sleep

The end could be forever

And which I want is question for later.

Creativity comes down from darkness,

And the outlet for it is not fitting.

Meet-cute

This is not cute

More like I'm ready to meet my maker.