lately i’ve been hoping that each slumber is my last
in pain there lies my past
in pain and tribulation there lies nothing that was asked for
forever more important is the fate that is in store for you
tools for healing wounds become less worthy of your use (to you)
when there’s more “what’s the use”
than “life, i’m worthy of you”


when i get low, i run to music
to get a little juice
fearing of the end
this race just stopping in its tracks
low with waterworks sitting in memories of simplicity
intrinsic sensitivity
it’s always lived inside of me
it’s a package deal
you love me as i am
or i will vanish
low and burnt to ruins
to my introspection
i’ve been banished

— negassie