sober

[Exis]

but i'm choking, too.
broken; knowing enough
to have this sobering overview
where hope isn't holding you up.
suppress all the pain till the notion erupts,
you find a good fit from the moulds that are cut:
the caskets, the cradles, cold are their touch.
serpent-mouth sews itself shut.
skin shed, instead: change is the nobler of loves
for oneself.
yet we talk about the colour of whose lives matter,
…aren't we all made up of matter?

^^Shit, idk what to say...what an awesome section.

Can you like put a foot wrong? Maybe pivot outta this section & return when I feel so non insignificant...Lol.

Great read @Eng

Stay dope my friend.