The Wall I

It’s the perfect time to build a wall
then share my frustrations and all
for at least it will be no surprise
that it will ignore all my cries

It’s the perfect time to build a wall
and wait for the Reaper to call
Pitch black is where I will get comfort
There’ll be no more wasted effort

It’s the perfect time to build a wall
and wait for my body to fall
Deprive me this never-ending sigh
The world will be better when I die Ω