Knowing that it's over
Knowing that it's almost done
That's true peace, baby!
This is my Nirvana
This is my Amor Fati
I entered this world crying
Now
I'm gonna leave it half drunk and smiling
Take care of 'em for me boys!
My poems I mean.
Remember me well,
Bullet holes and all.
Here's hoping that the worms will enjoy this putrid meat.
