Judgement Days

As you can see, it's Friday. I love these Friday, Saturday, and plus a Sunday for it's gonna be a public holiday for Wesak, I think. But there's one thing that makes these school-off days mean nothing, but a waiting to sit in living hell, interrogated by reaper's questions. Hell, totally. Midyear exam, that's it. It kills. Like what I've been thru' since, ever, yea, I'll go to the battlefield, without shield, unprepared.
Hah. Dead or alive.

Save me,
Your warm hands break right thru' me,
I don't care how you do it,
But please stay,
I've been waiting for you.