so this is what it's like
every day i slip on my best mourning boots
to go to the cemetery and collect my thoughts
that are just fields of stones
this is not the life i wanted you to see

i can hear you thinking from here

you tried to tell yourself but you refused to listen
sit back
watch as i make sure that everything spirals out of control
how long can you hold your breath?

my fingers barely brush yours
the transcendency of certain skin
no one else can touch me

humanity is the one disease that you will never be cured of
destruction
or something like it

at the edges burning
energy converting into matter
drifting off to wherever you are

wait
and i can assure you it will come.