good news

pain is the only way to survive. i

thrive on it, vibe on it, dive into it like it's

the last train out of vietnam, and i'm not on it.

kill that shit! pistol-whip it into oblivion as i carry on,

humming and singing and fighting and feeding the voice of ME

who fights to proceed! who am i channeling now? whose voice will i carry?

i'm married to me, but that's the only one i don't want!

it's like being chained to a rotting corpse, except 

i'm the one that's killing it, pouring on acid and 

cutting and ripping off pieces of my own flesh every time i smell its foul stench

i dont need this! throw it away, rue the day that i embraced it! kill

me, kill it, kill myself and kill everything.

and then die.