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