Powder, pulse growing louder
Coward, sour pint growing
Flowers, under my blue veins
Southward, outward up from a cave

Debase, erase, retrace, relate
A growing ******* *****
Eyes flying backward
Seizures coming and going
At their leisure, constantly glowing
I love my spine
But I want to lose it
So I don't have to use it
I'll feel right to abuse it

Obtrusive, under dissolved
Sometimes I feel like it's up on the walls
Always my fault, the simplicity
Of leaving life behind in favor of animosity
The thought crosses me, and the tamer tosses meat
A chance to breathe, desert floor underneath
My scorn disease, burnt and crumbled cities
Everything disappearing, wasteland empty

I don't like this life, it's bureaucracy
Everything we do is pen and paper
Transactions
Distractions
From the true inner peace
The true outer soul
Ego is gone when the world burns.