So you must be the truth
You’re who takes the lead
Always bright and unpredictable
My opposite scream
I say, why extend the agony?
Why respect another day?
Your philosophies don’t stick with me
Or fold my knife away
Painting skulls with the curve of earth
Your ruins have fallen, everything hurts
Blood on hinges, the known enemy
The hate folds in and is long enough unending
A fearless favor in the flame, I asked as
I am entertained—go on—inflict more pain
You break me from my cell
I’ve been dying with your help