Echo

To those whose existense is kind pretense to strip me off the tangibles, dig your diamonds you shameless conniving fucks, till memories I will have naught, none to forgive, and we are all but perfect strangers. Your politics I will not have. Preach your kind but not I. You are not home no more y'all, my heart will not come. My bind is to live the day, to breathe the light and depart by night to rise for another life for whatever God shall decide.