Utopia

I am rotten.

Rotted by this narcotics.

Guilt, I felt.

For the wrong turns in my life.

Regret, I am

For being weak.

I pray for strength,

for hope.

Hope, for a miracle.

Hope for my life, to not gone astray.

Strength,

for I fear the worst.

This is,

the calm before the storm.

This is the time to prepare,

to strengthen.

Our clock is ticking.

Seize, the day.

For our end, is close.

Gates are gaping.

Gates to the promised Utopia.