i have a death fantasy death of my aesthetics this false a fiction carved in my way death of my image of my intellect my all is okay death of my prettying my cozying my craft and my grace cannot keep rushing that gate the death fantasy rejected spaces in your frameworks they will not go to me to fit inside your empty visions livid bird in a cage death of my hustle my trajectory my style and my lane that flagrant look on your face i have the death fantasy eh eh ha ha la la lujah i m free eh eh a charming death fantasy ha ha ha la la lujah i m free now keep your hands off of me what s to be said of your stage have changed the title but have yet to write a single new page the privilege is cheap if you can t be free so i said seems like this only repeats i have a death fantasy