less obsession with death and darkness
it will surely come
the past brings it kicking
to the forefront of Anyone's mind
remember remember
what you built of yourself
when presence was the only obsession
when love the only concession
what a mess you've let it crumble to
what a mess you've swallowed and bowed unto
what a mess

you haven't a clue
how many times i've killed myself
inside
the sweetest pleasure to deny yourself a future
get out of jail free car
sitting on the overpass
fuck this farcical existence
i'd rather fade into oblivion
quietly without a shade of colour
and you,
might finally celebrate.