
23/05/2025
I am the Cost of Living.
I don’t shout I work quietly,
slowing your breath, stretching your pockets thin.
You go work every day,
and I will still find my way into your money.
Food prices rise, transport costs climb, rent creeps higher.
Even the light you need comes with a heavy price.
You’re not lazy; you’re tired.
The smiles you show hide the weight I carry inside you.
Everything has a price
to eat, to sleep, even to just exist.
Life was never meant to be a luxury.
But now, just to survive
that is a privilege I quietly demand.
They call me “cost of living,”
but what I’m really doing is
slowly ending the living.
No noise, no fanfare
just the quiet truth you live with every day.
Stay dangerous. Stay disciplined. Stay outta feelings.
The Last Real One