Even with a thousand heads and souls around me, The thought of loneliness always resided with me I did not intendΒ to fit in everyone's sizes, Nor was I proud of the bottle that shook with rage, ready to spill My life disintegrates within a flash of a solution I present myself and my energy to a dull audience But the same smiles just stare speechless, gawking at me
I paraded willfully, expressing myself through art that was repulsive to many Yet, there were a few eyes that presentedΒ a beacon, despite my addictions crumbling the floor beneath me I reached out and touched the flames that singed my hair Till I landed on flowers They were not the gorgeous type, But they were just like me: Odd, beautiful, deterring, and tiresome.
One of them shared a joke about death, It forced a laugh out of me, till I realized today was April Fools' Day A skull-shaped bud cries in front of me, similar to that of a child I take in the smell of the hole I've fallen in, though the fall was cushioned by giant red flowers As pretty as they are, their smell is who I am I look above and see a crucifix in the sky Then the darkness falls in, and I accept the undeniable truth by closing my eyes.
Written in honor of Rozz Williams from Christian Death