There's nothing but death ahead.
A right angle to admire in flight.
Falling, free, yet truly contained for the first time.
What's left? An ending far past my feeling's edge.
Beyond all comprehension --
Why would I strive for gains in paper and credit,
when breaking the boundaries means I may well
never know human contact, again?
From the womb, I've squeezed from a trigger pull.
I'm a representation of cyclical self destruction,
until I lose my velocity to life.
Where's my beholden, blue light ignited soul?
A siren throat is bone dry, floating on the ocean,
hopelessly croaking the notes.
Would any human ever ignore their good senses
just to commit to an abomination, who is sin
simply in their existence?
There's nothing but death on the horizon.
A right angle to admire in descent.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
There's nothing but death ahead.
A right angle to admire in flight.
Falling, free, yet truly contained for the first time.
What's left? An ending far past my feeling's edge.
Beyond all comprehension --
Why would I strive for gains in paper and credit,
when breaking the boundaries means I may well
never know human contact, again?
From the womb, I've squeezed from a trigger pull.
I'm a representation of cyclical self destruction,
until I lose my velocity to life.
Where's my beholden, blue light ignited soul?
A siren throat is bone dry, floating on the ocean,
hopelessly croaking the notes.
Would any human ever ignore their good senses
just to commit to an abomination, who is sin
simply in their existence?
There's nothing but death on the horizon.
A right angle to admire in descent.
