I am much too tired to keep up the chase

Embroiled in this decline

All my friends, they die

And that would be okay

If I had faith

That the cycles of life weren’t being erased But what the fuck is there left to say?

As I suckle from the teat Knowing no better way?

There was a time when even death teemed with life

It seems no coincidence

Our depiction of death

is the skeleton

Of a fellow homosapien