i want away from the body.
i want out of the flesh.
how lovely it will be to know
that when i am separated,
i will not come back together.

i am not part of this vessel anymore.
i refuse the body my spirit.
i refuse the body my joy.
i refuse the body my willingness to live.

the organs are shutting down
and i won’t do anything about it.
the body is rotting
and i couldn’t care less.

my name has lost its meaning by now.
long ago did it fade away.
and did you know,
i let it go?
it was the only thing that made sense.
i needed something to run from.