Dusky#9 Don't Kill Me

Don’t kill me.
Don’t kill me.
Don’t kill me.
The artist is begging.
I understand writing is your passion.
But a good degree means respect.
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
A respected profession, makes a respected person.
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
Science is good money.
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
Work harder, then. I’m sure you can find time for both of them.
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
Just get a seat. Earn admission, and I’ll know you’re not doing this because you can’t.
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
You have the brains, you know. You can make it so big in research.
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
Just complete what you started, these two years. And then, you may do what your heart says. No pressure.
Don’t kill me. Tick Tock. Runs the clock.
Everyone feels like this. It’s just a phase. It’ll go. You’ll know it for yourself.
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
Do you still feel giving up a good science degree is worth it?
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
But you love biology, don’t you?
Don’t kill me. Don’t kill me.
Say it today. But one day, you’ll realise money is important too. You can always keep writing.
Don’t kill me.
All that they say, make no sense to it. It is a one way conversation, if you’ve never seen a deer at the moment right before its shot.
It doesn’t understand money, respect, or admiration.
It understands only survival.