\|/
---         -        ---
  /|\

  when every thoughts finale
is a self sacrificial votive
of the day when you wished
    evaporation was a human function-

y o u go to the river where you first burst from open air and thank your God that you are live to breath the taste of destruction and wrap your joints around the feeling of l o v e

-

thank that 'lucky' dead star that detonated so you could slit your ****** wrists and call life a hit and miss state of
hate *******
existence
\| /
you no longer make up the 99.9 percent of dead in this universe.
/ | \
thank yourself for being human

or whatever.