Kopflos

To your riotous tunes,
wrathful persona,
and ugly names.

For your strike is not aimed
at essence.
It is a real as flesh
crawling at your feet.

Fear no romance spelt in big letter words.
Fear no warmth evaporated in on the rocks of your soul.
Fear not the fear of crushing down everything there is to me.

Not in your own possession, are laughter and success,
Not in my own demons, lies the key to destruction,
Not for the spirits or higher grounds that lie beyond.

Rise up to your time,
face up to your meaning,
and surrend.