Death is a blessing


The sunrise takes hold of my eyes.
No longer more is life prioritized.
The reallity of existence no more,
as my imperfections spill unto the floor.
I never asked for life, yet I never wanted death.
I never understood why, this vagina received my breath.
This blackhole of nothing is damnation,
as I reach for sleep from the coffin's door.
ripping, and tearing, I no longer want to be,
this puppet of life; please set me free...
"sleep on your ass so the birds don't pick your seeds."
Oil Tycoon Jesus