Lucrecent insanity in a glass
Consume me to spite my difference
Cheers, for this breath is your last.
How quixotic, that last breath
that last moment, drinking the rapture
inconcequencial,irreversable,my own death...
Nothing a little denial won't cure...
My hands are outstretched, but nobody sees.
They smell my blood, and punish me for bleeding.
They tell me to stand, then force me to my knees,
My anchor to consciousness, a single heart beating.
