How are you having a whole of whats halving are you god do you assimalte what im renovating and rediscovering what ive excavated so far is all in intensity the duration of a whole life rent with hell im imagining what life would have been if i ever learned to live without but i never did and this is why im dead between everything
Nothing is close to what i need
Waiting for the reaper to name me
Waiting for your darkesss to need me
Waiting for the light to redeem me
And nothing ever bleeds the same
You are chemically indoctrinated
By the stains of your lamented womb
And a callous widowed bystander
In the heart of the gold in my tomb
Death is the savior in memory
and the coldest glass before revival
Give me.something to love again