mind maelstrom

there is no planned cessation of this pink-nail frivolity
when it chips, as it chipped, it is cut, as it was cut. true and through
through and true

this is what i wanted, this is what i want,
a life of loves. no more thoughts
there is no irony
there is no depth
there is no thought
there is no pain
there is no blame
all is love, love is all, love is all

if it has to take the pinpoints of truth and pain further away from this precipice
i will try my best to keep you in sight
but the anchor that will pull me down, down
it is tightening tightening dear
so i will keep my spot here, atop this cliff
look up and imagine that this airless air is my freedom of a freedom

and when my ghosts from the past they come
i will dance with them into the void of silence
where all pains cease. all tales end