Maybe at sea
way out on the
ocean

i could finally corner
you
and look you in the eye

and
ask you all the questions
and you

could tell me who you are
and why
you have been following me my

entire life

So this is what

this comes to
None of it is
common or sublime

It may be at
that point
That I could face

death without resistance

So

this is what this comes to.
None
of it is common and sublime

It
may be at that point
That I could

face death without
resistance



My fingers should
not sweat at such a vague

threat.
You know who you
are

Hold it in
Just hold them
back



Pretend that there's no

tapestry imprinted in these
tongue-tied fingertips
That tells

a solemn story
and accepts no
end


Secret decision
Say you

don't know my mission
Say this
all has a point

This all has a
point


Secret
distraction
Faulty sense of

direction
Tell me your mortality
has got the best of your thoughts

again

Fatal decision

Keep my
prevision
Tell me you can't draw

my lines anymore
You placed a
blade through my head slicing down

though my heart
And still you use
no sleight of
hand


Again

Will I continue
to ignore
The cries of the

darkness in your


Submission


Tell me you
don't know what I am saying again

Tell me I lost all sense of
provision again.



Of a truth
this is insanity
Of a truth this
is immortality


And why are you
destroying me so
Is the host not
enough for you?
Why do you insist
on killing me?


I do not insist
on submission from you