Oh, life;
it's driven by apprehension,
intertwined with skepticism
and laced with a copious helping of
religion.
I see these mindless faces,
so monotonous...
so meaningless.
I see the anesthetized compassion
and deadened hearts
filling the houses of purported passion.

This synthetic intensity
shall never prevail.
For I will no longer
advocate for hypocrisy
or thrust a dejected corpse
into this world of measly gesture
and shallow facades.
These deceived
perceptions
shall die a malicious death
and I,
isolated and conformed
will emerge
from the comforts of mass belief
and die along with them.

Oh, death;
the liberty in its’ essence of
completion,
the joy in its’
unearthing.
This shallow grave grows
deeper
at every delicate relinquish.
And I,
blistered with tenacity,
peel off the feeble flesh
and remove every scrap of
convention.

Until

Finally,
finally.
This soul,
now naked and exposed,
toughened in the face of chosen death,
can genuinely taste

Life.