Brute Fact

Covertly, bring me their ashes

Unadulterated, bring me their guts

I need their presence

I need the piss of their being

Gift the worst

Gift the ruin

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

I miss the dopamine of love

Question: to be replaced with hate?

We can't be solemn in this loss

Eternity never was

So I vomit out that thought

And rip into self-abuse

Bone isn't the deepest I can go

My bone is the last thing on my mind

But I don't, I have further to go

And I need the piss

I need to bury myself in this shit

In your soil

The rank of that once called life

Bone isn't the deepest I can go