Tumors break the skin
you’re gone
too late to see the seed that’s sewn within
Cultural convergence
My thoughtless mind and strengthless body prays that an ending begins

Infections rage
Germinated hoards
Faces melt to one
In mass that inches towards what’s left

Sifting for living with my bleeding nails, satisfied
Another body in the piles of the sterilized
Eyes burn
Nothing learned; Worshiping
Ourselves
Taste your idols anywhere
Convenience turns to insistence
That you must swallow
Everything that’s being fed to you

There’s no courage, no dignity in fate
Only a brutal end that I cannot embrace
I’ve lived addicted, but maybe today
I’ll escape
So when I’m gone I’ll have left a trace
Through warping bones
Through sunken eyes Ill carve until I know
When the sun sets on me
I’ll be me

I’ll find you
Beneath me
Find you