I guess I didn’t make myself clear earlier,
It’s time to leave.
Your sun is lit with snake oil and his beaming face is burning me.
Catch whims on spits and burn the bones
But please stop fucking texting me
Let me go
Let go of me
Take your gold leaf hands off my wrists
And claw out my eyes that I may finally see
Reach back into your slime
Your pits of geothermal heat
And stay
Where I won’t inconvenience you and you can stop dissecting me
Let me go
Gentle, into that good night
Rage has become the dying of the light
And why would I fight to keep aloft your little main sequence blob of yellow and white?
I have the night and all the stars know me
Eight billion pussy pores may burst out laughing
But two trillion Celestial Ravens already watched them die
and They, not you, it was who raised me.
So let me go
Let me sleep
Quit pretending you care
Quit pretending we would notice
if I wasn’t here.