I want to see how easy it is to break... to fall
to know what it's feels like
when it has become impossible to stand up
it's this same defeat
that's settled in the despair of loneliness that intrigues me
how a human spirit can be so starved
and defeated by its own transgressions
while simultaneously surrendering its will and desires
just to watch them crumble down a slippery *****
inevitably leading to death
not by separation of the body but of the soul
I want to feel that defeat but not out of self-pity
out of pure, anxious curiosity
I find comfort in the reassurance of this predetermined state
since I know where I'll be at the end of that slippery *****...

                                               alone.