still i consume my death in silence
a selfish act a painful
burden and so little cute goodbyes
never enough goodbyes
you sound as if i'm leaving somewhere
far but you
don't know that my corpse here
is already putrefying what you
call my soul
still i tend to drink away my sorry
life i know that wounds can't drown
but they can at least be silenced
by the golden-looking brew
of gods
hush be brave and smell the roses
their names are shadows of the lost
whenever i may crawl into unending
whomever i may bribe to get beyond
i want my passage to be short
and kill the light and mock the doors
still i refute the possibility
of change
my shaken mind is nowhere but my own