Goodbye Prospectus

Take your spades to cracking my ribs and plunging hands in the tar to find the prize I stowed to forget, so I kept beat. My eyes'll roll and I can't direct. I beg my soul to rebirth it's trust for you for me for a future. All the wires frazzled and unkempt to tire, when my nucleus remembers peace. I have to finish but that is all I have. The waste I put on being whole is a double negative. You cannot live without thought, without body, without emotion. So it is set in tar for tomb that you should respect to rest in pieces. In a reflection I see you blessed and I cannot take away. If I must die in a fire- burn out my convictions and bring me the world when I am gone. I will not spill this creature to manageable weight of survival. He is mine, I am his. I must defeat the monster without defeating you.