You will see that my rhyme scheme is inconsistent, and I am not sure if I actualize any real metaphor here. Looking for strong, constructive feedback and criticism.

 

I was born the day before a destiny with death

I search for sense, seemingly still in its dilution

Century of extant being may we all be lent;

Lord Creator, my revelation occur on the day of diminution.

 

Faithless I wonder, questioning all

Snowflakes dropping at the Rockaway Mall.

Fruitless face fuzz shaved + delivered,

Tonight! (all nights?) to tickle my liver.

 

 

Endless testimonial I endure

"Don't waste but a minute, you'll soon be 34."

Vigor was triggered; I sit in her seat.

Hair buzzed too now, like Samson's retreat.

 

Still seeing left field vision. I make a decision

Death is but a whisper, not a wimp

Peacefully we go, at our own discretion.

Fear not. One blimp. A drip. Sip, bp, bp b --