RipED upPERS

black, stretched across the front,
with a feather and a peace sign,
who gives a shit about peace.
finally, the finish line.
there are nineteen times the number of characters,
but only one of them can feel your fear.
a piece of toilet paper, with purple lace.
finally, the finish line.
i can't remember young people,
but the young people can remember me.
with tattooed tendons and final countdowns, i can finally see the finish line.
black and stretched out so tight.
there were too many traps involved.
i can write okay, i can be the wrong okay.
down the valley down the line,
i am staring into, what could be cave of defeat.
but, the young people love it.
it's a cave of finality, the only above sea level area of complete darkness...
if so, then what's this we've been surrounded by for so long.
in complete darkness, united, we stand.
in complete darkness we will all run around smashing into walls, finally, i will never see the finish line.