Last Letter

Pair of branches, who would dare cut them from you, who

would sin so great against nature itself as to pare you down,

who would belittle you, who would lessen your enormity,

who would blaspheme with a knife and a curse word, who

would seek to make you a nothing among an everything so

loud and so bright that would emerge a vacuum in your stead,

who hates himself so, to doom her, to doom us all and so

damn purity itself by a sickness that consumes every

breathing love, light, life,

left brain fool, left brain engineer,

killer fuck killer hungering engine who talks everything which

is a kind of gnawing on nothing as the teeth gnash and the tongue

seduces the ears of fools and dreamers and really the ocean is

not a force to be argued with and really this time is not a

force to be reasoned with and really space is space and

not a piece of paper to be folded and really you and your love

are non-negotiable and you some stupid rock of self that are

not my

self

so

unplacidly I

burn I

burn

I

take this bat to drywall

and make holes of

everything and then

burn it all down

which will be my last

spoken word which

will be my last testament which will be

my last message my

last will my

last letter to you

And so I'll sleep so much more comfortably in

forever,

conceding that I did my best,

that I loved,

that I tried,

that I knew passion,

while you all will lament senseless

loss of some young potential,

yet none of you will

'get it'

fucking sad pathetic trolls

enjoy your aging and your

anesthesia