And Barely Any Trace

This is it

The culmination

Of barely anything


The blackness is inevitable

So why not hurry the process

The skin is rotting already


And I still can’t stop biting

Living with guilt

For something I have yet to do


My right of passage:

Putting a pistol to my head

And pulling the trigger


So why don’t I feel

Anymore mature?

Rituals are meaningless

That much I am sure


So now it is time

To join Confucius

And become another name

Without a face

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