When I'm gone -
I don't need a casket.
Just a hole in the earth.
Who'll come first,
the mourners or the worms.

When I'm sad -
I don't need sympathy,
just a corner alone,
inside my home,
and my right eye cries wrong tears.

When I'm free -
I won't need the sun.
Just an endless field
where nothing is real,
and I can fade to black.