If I am going to die,
I am going to die victorious
nestled deep in the rotten ribcage of the fever that keeps me afloat.
Seen from a distance,
banal tragedy shared with countless generations.
Words leave long bloody marks wherever they fall,
Drenched in war paint
fit to suck the nonsense from your dirty heart,
Are you interested in a manufactured personality?
Nothing but the lies to live for,
I do not exist when I am not observed.