We're all going to die.
We're all going to fucking die.
Now take a few deep breaths
and time enough to collect yourself.
Live is a hard habit to kick;
A gorilla clinging desperately to your genetalia,
Think about it,
I think you'll agree.
Life is a hard drug
love is a needle
Bleed with me
because blood is beautiful
Bless me burgandy
undress me with a knife
Tell me that this isn't all there is to life

Somehow slowly coasting
down my own throat.
Somehow still lucid
despite a quite literal
journey inside myself.
I hollowed me out and pulled
myself down over myself.
Hiding in backwards skin
sinful and ashamed,
strangely estranged and blinking mute.