I am a broken man.
My bones are ash beneath your vice
These eyes are blind in a world so vividly bright
I thought I had tried so hard to move through this life
but the blood that pumped this stolen heart
has withered and dried
How can I still be alive?
What more do I have to give?
Tourniquets strangle this delicate flesh
Needles that tear my veins
Tubes intubate, feeding me, breathing me,
drugging me, steadily killing me
Death is my thrill, I've endured so many times
Come with me and see what it really means
to be truly unconsciously free
How this body survives is a mystery
Escaping the light is my mastery
I constantly wander through the beyond
I am the rightful king of autoscopy
Such intensity as I watch myself bleed
There is no more care, no relief, just release
from all this pain, my shame, this world, belief
Watching the seconds slowly count to infinity
Time endlessly floating and slipping away
He comes for me again, I see
I gratefully embrace the grip of calignosity
My only friend surreptitiously in black
Before me to reap my dreams and memories
Finally, arms to embrace me, to take me
away from my lost love...of you
Alone on my bed of bones
Close my eyes, and with my gracious smile, now I can die.
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