How I am walking with no radials, latched with leeches and gasping with blood filled lungs

Each act more desperate then the first, and tears become salt mines to the earth

I am certain the buzzards sing me melodies, they are the only true friends I’ve ever had

My burial will be the apex of cosmic certainty, the reaffirmation of the truths of astral fate

That we are all specs of matter floating in an abyss, filled with such beautiful stars and constellations