feast for the crows

you are not a machine

overcharging only brings more burdens 

so tell me why are you so mean

with yourself like this?

uncaring disguised with control

you only think you got in your denial

instead there is wobble

and loss and more troubles 

right in the corner

ready to burn out and slaughter 

the mind so sore

the forgotten core

as the exaustion signs screams

from the abyss 

money is not the first 

in the self priorities list

take off the blindfold

because you just started to mold 

understand that you need to go

easy on you

or this mayhem domino

you have been spreading the seeds

will be harvested and turned into

a feast for the crows