I have experienced a schism from mankind
Alone and adrift in the cosmos of my mind
My acension from life has made me anew
False happiness no longer leads me askew
Rage-filled memories are held with great retention
For this rupture has led to a dark dessension
With glorious hate, I take my last mortal breath
I am a soulless and vengeful shadow
Something akin to Death

keeping myself in handcuffs
digesting powders off the coffee table for intentions of acension
there's new lenses covering my eyes now
it's not bright in my prison she knows I'm just high now
I shouldn't have to question my existence
mother raised me a prophet
I'm disobeying my doctor
ive been stripping peoples affection from my life
you're supposed to get me high why the **** do I want to die now?
my soul is dripping down the drain, my bones are building their own coffins
I'll keep chasing rabbits, whole face in the faucet

Home I send one. He has been aged long enough. Acension I give you. My Methuselah. My lover and boy I carry. For the idols of man I work for in preparing. First a home I paint half as well as Jesus when not effected by my hunger of genius. On to roofs I climb higher. Hoping to side job with a HVAC and builder as I use my money for beats till all of us retire. My home and family I always wanted is finally here. My head so far up my past I smell of it's rear. I'm near. Wake me and take me. I may be able to change your circumstances like reality or dementional compatibility with my strokes of painted brushes in letters that make me Alpha. I'm no gloat or goat humble till backed or poked. I just am me .. feeling as I do. Humanity gave me humility and I have no one to thank but all of you

will you let me down easy
lower the webbing so gently
dont let me hold on to the putlogs so tightly
soften my grip on the entry
lay me to rest for a century
back fill my memories with petals
write on the stone with intention
eventually visit to tell me youre ready to witness acension
breathe in my lungs with devotion
release me completely without breaking motion
allow me to meet you in fourteen years and let my six feet of tears bring flowers to the fields

and will you let me down easy

will you touch my cheek without burning
and settle my sleepless turning
will you let me down in speaking
will you let me down so easy