Love is broken,
Enter redemption,
Marching on mountains of skulls
Decayed bones powdering under the grinding wheels of time.

There is being and time,
But time destroys being cyclically,
Being as cancer exterminated by time’s radiation.

It’s enough to give you morning sickness,
At least a gut filled with bike hatred and profound boredom,
The nothingness slaps against walls of anger,
Maybe righteous,
But passionate for sure.

Life’s lemons are not free,
You pay in time,
But they are sour as fuck.