As life holds itself
I stare
High above
In the safety of my rage
This piece has passed
My agony fallen
And my wound lies dead
Leaving me here
Alone as I was
Beyond you now I feel the whims of freedom
A comic relief
Perfectly captured
In your split wrists
Death will become victorious
In your failing
Choking now
Understanding the cosmic and somber consequences of my selfishness
We are not ready
I admit
A shift finding my concrete absolute comfort