kamikaze version of isolation

[eulogist]

"And in this moment"

I stand,
here,
dying,
from the love of no mother,
I,
rott,
in my shoes,
wishing to float away.

Borne,
on a stronger wind,
of deeper desires,
with devil speak comforting my cradle,
or light,
soul,
death,
and the ever tempting shadow.

Hold me tighter,
make sure my spine twists,
becomes dry,
and snaps into pieces of a cod,
oh just squeeze me please.

I'm calling you out,
calling you to come in,
screaming for the fire to sweep over you,
just grant me the gift of genocide.

There is no pain that is absent,
no love that is lost,
no ache that I have over stepped,
no guilt I haven't swallowed atleast once,
and this I mean it,
I love life.

I'll find you,
sitting on a stool,
of pure ivory,
holding onto your cane,
of self servitude,
and a wandering Aeon approaching you,
please release this overcasted net of spells.

Let me fly away,
and fall upwards constantly.