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