What is to be free, if not to experience death?
Shades of me to express strip me of my best new versions to except.
Who could possibly become less?
Invest in thyself, make a mess of the world.
Test my outer shell, the pieces turn to pearls.
Take as you may my story still remains even though you may hold remnants of my pain.
In my place is a corpse, I am free and unobtained.