May I find the nebula beneath the black tide
Uttering its stain atop canvas
Burning seas of fusion stomping upon the threads that feed them
May my death be guided by fervor and the void that suffocates its twinkle
An awkward wound beneath my withering flesh
I've found so much strength in my persistent waking
I sleep none and soundly so
Exhaustion settles and greets the sun
I can't remember a time that I wished to be"