“?”

Will the end be quick or slow?
Will I even care that I’ve died?
Will I feel it?
Will it hurt?
Will I bleed?
Will I sleep?
Will I think?
Or will I kill us all?

What’s the point of bullets,
When everyone’s a superman?
What’s the point of life,
When all we do is die?
What’s the point of death,
When all we do is live?
What’s the point of nothing,
When everyone is everything?

When the knife bites down,
What will be my final though?
Will it hurt?