School

Here it comes!
This dreadful end,
of life and all existence.
This perfect race
of such disgrace
could stop a heart with vengeance
Leave us broke
and twisted sore
these lips they could not speak
Yet thriving still
these childish thrills
my gaze is tainted; weak
A vital sign
I cannot mask
I am a subtle stain
A used resort
another sport
and nothing else remains