im scared of the word eternity like I owe it a favor, like I owe it my life
my raw flesh is infected with the human helpless disease
her insanity appropriating my tired legs, my silent eyes, my shrieking mind
the one inevitable inheritance of my grandmother's mortise
just like our cheekbone mole, old skin, loud catastrophic brown eyes
and just as my father jests I repeatedly ache saying I dont care
but even with all the heaven existence faith i'll still doubt mine
how do i explain im terrified of a dark infested sky
my stomach splashes to the floor when someone mentions my end
when maggots finally eat my corpse will I still be scared?
for so the only song my ancient lady liked to tear in her throat
for how the time is bleeding out with me turning inside the clock
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