Greed; I was given with a gift one day. With eyes full of greed and one mouth to feed, my feet on the ground? Maybe in a few days. My mind it slowly crept to a punch from the sun, to dust in my lungs, the cold of the ground and a mind thats gone numb. I’ve always wanted to be apart of ‘everything’ - Ill say, this isn’t the first time I lost my breath, this isn’t the last time Ill play with death, Im stubborn more than you’ll ever be. By my friends where ill rest. We Laugh, I’ll fall, I can’t recall the damage done. Then my eyes they slowly open, fuck. I’ve always wanted to be apart of ‘everything’ - Home is in the ground, death from sight and sound.