i never knew of historical descent, given an aversion to 
being good, an aversion to being decent. we will bleed 
and sweat the day, imbibe nighttime while we'll resent 
past and present morays, each in our own way. because in 
my mind i will try to keep some things as new. refuse the 
big death i am most rightfully due. dodge steps written 
in form,once taken as true. because you paid perpetual 
dues to all of who knows who but you. now you're through. 
but not the way i would do. more like given permission 
to. if we could be honest i would say i want more for 
you. but it's like giving in, giving in to you and i'm 
not through. if we could be honest, i would say i want 
more from you. new painted in a corner, waiting on your 
finest hour, the day you could finally shower or free 
your feet from the shoes of the weak. a day we could 
finally speak, or i could remember your date of birth. 
...sleep comes early for you