all those who tire of

i taste a bitter
           poison
  on my tongue

for all of those
      who've
come and gone
i'm a symptom
     of all my parts
my teeth have grown
     so very long
whatever the reasons
     right or wrong
i'm glad i've come undone
    a ride through
the hills of illusion
past the scars
that make me be
visions of fire
              to set my reason
visions of fire
              to set me free
i taste a bitter
            poison
      on my lips
can't help but
                  think it's a gift
a jagged piece of paper
              just before it rips
like broken wings
of ascension
      lifting higher
until i become undone