Chasing death for breakfast

Chasing death for breakfast

I still shit where I eat

I’m the symptom of my illness

and the source of my disease

I’m the dust on which these prisons grow

The soil that wasn’t yours

the mouth that screams without a voice

The window-closing door

For God, and death and property

I’ll smother any lung

any life that lives must pass through me

my anthem must be sung

And I’ll kill your child with promises 

of closure and redemption

You will find your own salvation

in the truth of my intentions

They will nurture your delusions

in a cult of validation

Your alternative is reckless,

you’ll be chasing death for breakfast