Sweet decay

Separation drives healing,
Intuition rides over feeling,
Destruction comes only from building.
we can repair wounds as long as were willing.

Silence forces self reflection.
we must see thy self to make a correction.
discomfort then proves itself as perfection.
climb the mountains to feel this connection.

curiosity now drives, the real me is dead.
rational wisdom lost footing in my head.
accepting death as the gift of life.
I decay in peace as I close my eyes.