On a Tight Schedule for Killing Ourselves

Fingers locked behind my head Barely breathing breathing breathing Was once there but now I fled Just fleeting fleeting fleeting I feel my angst in my back Just feeding feeding feeding I feel the noose around my neck I'm leaving leaving leaving Don't be sad when I'm gone No grieving grieving grieving I'll be more then space and time I'll be weaving weaving weaving Exited to see what is next It's healing healing healing Elevate to something else I'm beaming beaming beaming