Terminal

My freedom rings loud into the skies

Far from your inconsolable objections

This terminal disease called existence awaits

Yet you cant stop the urge to medicate

The world....it keeps spinning, I have much to see

For my eyes hunger for the beauty of diversity

You tell me I'm lost so I offer you my heart

Sink your cynical fangs deep

Drink of my holy blood

And as my soul falls heavy to the dirt

Know that the cure for life is death