returned.

what can i trade for a day like today?
what can it be for time to stop,
as death is what will be
as it is not the end eventually..
will it reap me of sin?
will it reap of what others may despise
and as i ask to look in the day's face,
it breaks codes as all hope falthers to my inexistence
contemplating..
yet this distance practices me of my undesire
to fulfill
and be totally unresolved,
in grateful blessed insatiety.
gone will be as like this day
i reappear in accordance
to what i truly owe beyond debt as a killing joke,

it is life.
it is what i next awake up to in my bed..

mercy.. (my hands bestow somewhere and to whatever)
i am overwhelmed
it is what i next awake up to in my bed..