Who would be silly enough to depend on you?

You’re the “Funtime” guy

Not the one that’s true

You simply could not do better if you wanted to

Do not forget our history

I know you

You cannot hide

You cannot perpetrate

My see-through you is straight

Yet I somehow always let you pull me back in with the shitz

Knowing you’re not really about that

Knowing you’re no true friend

I think my love for mess is getting testy and must come to an end

Coming through on the other side unscathed

Could hardly ever be the case

Yet to weather the storm

To balance the gravity of insanity

To ascend from the bowels of the masochistic fray

And somehow be washed ashore intact

Is a revolutionary act

I have the sustenance for your craving

Cease the ranting and raving

Calm you’re troubled soul

There is no need to hunger anymore

You humbly asked

I shall produce

The divine material

To fill the emptiness

The body of the goddess

The wine in chalice

For only you to partake

Try as I might …

Try as I may ..

I could never repay

Indebted to the end of days

The cost not a tangible thing

Yet an essence nonetheless

It holds gravity

In a spiritual realm

No mere material could imagine to transcend

To dream of paying the cost

Too much for me

I cannot control

The overload

Breaking me down

Pound for pound

All burnt out

I have physical limits

Some things I cannot take

Left in a spiritual state

Where I am vulnerable to various entities

That are more experienced and navigate this landscape much better than me

Since I value my autonomy

I cannot linger

Yet the inevitable return to the physical state

… is another precarious existence

Which is my fate