Never have I been concerned

About the brevity of this consciousness

This consciousness

Never before consumed

By the overwhelming urge to grasp onto longevity

Longevity

Sap bleeds from me for the pests

False relief washes over me

And I believe

Patience willing I will preserve myself where I stand

Sap bleeds from me onto them

For years and years I gave my best attempts at recklessness

But yet death wouldn't have me

A self-imposed malicious hex

Countless nights I pushed my limits

Bloodlet a cure from the sores, I am free of it

Bloodlet a cure from the sores, I am free of it

Against the trials of life and the ways it's unforgiving

The trials of life and the ways it's unforgiving

The trials of life and the ways it's unforgiving

Never have I been so alarmed by my own unwillingness

Until now