Wheather I have gone through pain loss

Ego deaths short breaths

Selfish sex party

No light came in my bed I stayed there

Drowning years by no time

No life until

My care expanded out of tragic pain

That which was at a stand still

Fuck your negativity about being negative

My dear (my dear)

See you

Will lose everything that you made

And gathered in this life

Strife

Joy

You’re not fucking exempt from

From this process of experiencing

Death in life

You’re imperfect

So smile and cry

Dry your eyes and scream

Fall asleep happy my love (my love)

Before you can get pleasure from this life

Laying in the ash will be your rite

Grief and mourning took me to hades

Waking down by shedding hubris

Nothing to ground on

No sound made to call out

(call out, call out, call out)

For awhile there I didn’t exist

No more contorting in a false form

For your safe space and victim consciousness

When you can not see

Well…

You do not have eyes

To see truth can hurt

And most

Choose to make themselves blind