so this is what it's like every day i slip on my best mourning boots to go to the cemetery and collect my thoughts that are just fields of stones this is not the life i wanted you to see
i can hear you thinking from here
you tried to tell yourself but you refused to listen sit back watch as i make sure that everything spirals out of control how long can you hold your breath?
my fingers barely brush yours the transcendency of certain skin no one else can touch me
humanity is the one disease that you will never be cured of destruction or something like it
at the edges burning energy converting into matter drifting off to wherever you are