I dont know if I can do this much longer.
This.
Everything.
Nothing is mine.
I own nothing.
Anything I build is knocked down.
In any other scenario I'd be the victim.

No longer a person.
No longer able to be me.
In this I am the G.O.A.T
My life reduced to inspiration ****.

You feel like star gazing and sunsets

Moon hangs from
your eyes in black dreams.
Wolves run into the woods.

The human touch was
waning. I will follow the arc of
pain. Man becomes fish.

After the drill I ask to
dismantle all man made palaces.
It is time to worship rocks.

I am still here,
It's somehow disturbing,
Even for me.

Point the barrel at me.
Let me see my future
unfold right before my eyes
as you pull the trigger.