Can you see it?
Can you witness the swing?
Of such hollow cradle
we share, build a world on, call it stable
I saw emotional disarrangement
And felt so pretty
It was holding onto my leg,
Like a kid who is worse than me
The cigarette between my
Teeth are longing to perish
I don't smoke
Because my reflection is calling it quits
At the end, a tree with white sap
And broader leaves
A crying violin,
Sounding in the fantasy of my little bleed
A little misfit, a rebel
Amongst drunken kings and queens