there will be a time when there will be too much to fit

so I will make room

hammer in hand

as blood and bone fall away

like rain upon the deepest ocean of nothing

the filth will drip from entry wounds

to turn to mush upon the floor

with eyes shut tight as I make silent apologies

reflecting on black hours and skull in hands

as the gold falls into the abyss

so will the red

and I will crawl beneath the soil to understand

my gift to you

just make sure to follow my lead