fountains of blood
pooring into my palms
so i can taste
what it feels like
to be released

an eternity of pain
compressed into such a short time
should not be the experience of anyone
the deterioration of the soul
with fragments forever lost
to the sea of the universe

it all comes back
or, moreso, you go to it
after you fade
you are greated with what was lost
as a whole, forever unifying, form

that loses and gains
everything, that ever was
before you realize what is happening
you are
greeted with a lifetime of distractions