Dark visions come to me
Lie beneath the shady tree
Come easily,
Like spent leaves gliding to the ground.
Standing up I feel only fractionally alive
My stagnant blood sloshes around inside my big head
And you slosh around on my ****** lake,
And I see colors when you hit the walls of that atrophied cave.
I dress for my funeral and midway,
I am looking to the casket
Because it's midway
And the sky is so heavy and so grey.
And upon my criminal history, I lament
How tragic it is when men govern men
She is wearing my body
It isn't even sincere
I will return to fashion and fade away forever
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
Dark visions come to me
Lie beneath the shady tree
Come easily,
Like spent leaves gliding to the ground.
Standing up I feel only fractionally alive
My stagnant blood sloshes around inside my big head
And you slosh around on my ****** lake,
And I see colors when you hit the walls of that atrophied cave.
I dress for my funeral and midway,
I am looking to the casket
Because it's midway
And the sky is so heavy and so grey.
And upon my criminal history, I lament
How tragic it is when men govern men
She is wearing my body
It isn't even sincere
I will return to fashion and fade away forever