Quit Poem by Logan Glover

woken without sleeping
none of my dreams ever came true
all around me people are weeping
and i lay surrounded by the blue

as they sit back and laugh
ill be half consumed
all that remains is the staff
and the rest will be doomed

water over the head
the slaughter soon to come
i then i will be dead
and people will call it dumb

for now i sit
just waiting to quit
(this is the same as water but it wont let me delet this one so yeah)