last supper

Love? I am love, like this doesn’t concern me,
all these seagulls you worship, I curse all your foolery,
building your status, robed in your jewellery,
immortal debauchery, I’m mortal I’ll save me,
but you’re tempting to take me,
as if guilding me portals, will fulfil the best of me,
your rippling pinnacles don’t affect my fluidity,
I feel my insanity, I reel from your blasphemy,
I’m real I shout,
and it’s love that lasts for me.
Weighing me, slaying me, acting like you’re saving me
I don’t even want you, no longer can you pain me
a child of destiny, identity, and serenity,
my mantra is melanin, modesty, and honesty.
I don’t see how you see life is nothing but commodity.
I’m done with it, and want none of your mockery.