Death

There is a couple of things you realize when you stare at Death in the eye.

You speak with a bullet in your tongue, and you sound ridiculous.

You see your mother forsaking you.

You forget yourself. You see yourself shapeless.

You fuck your own mind over and over again, like a rape victim.

You explode.

You reckon there is no higher knowledge in death. There is no universal understaniding. You just see yourself vomiting in fear.

You understand how weak we are. We humans.

Then someone talks about love, and you realize it's just yourself trying to save what's left of you.

Then it all makes sense, and you write a good song that everyone will remember.