What if I embraced the decay?

Walked into what barred the way

Just became honest

About all the disgust…

Wash away the cheap makeup

Admit I’m messed up

That under the marker

There are scars growing darker

Darker than the void

That we all seek to avoid

Yet are helplessly trapped in

Too sick to take the medicine.

Underneath every “übermensch”

Lies humanity’s stench

Done with the game

Time to embrace the shame

Cause underneath every floored man

Is the ground where he once ran.

Deeper still is the soil

From which all trees toil

Till one so grew

Only to be hued

Only to be raised

To be by horror and beauty graced

As the übermensch bled.

Beneath every broken heart is splintered wood coated in dry blood through which the fullness of glory shines.

Pain is proof of the exchange.