when I'm gone
no one will remember
            me
I'm certain
when I move on
            my soul
will be free
of yearning
for anyone to need
a simple conversation
                                or advice
                                     or just a memory
I pray
  I can forget
            me too

...indeed

I wash and clean
primp and pluck
and gussy-up
I shave and cut
**** in my gut
and smile double
it's a lot of trouble
to be invisible

we all have demons
parasites on our soul
we all had things
that changes our goal
some make us lose trust
some turn love and hope to dust
but the worst I am forever sure
hides and covers the heart pure

if i could lay the lines
the total of my heart
if i could stream the emotions
of the secrets of my thought
if i could tell you the feelings
that give my stomach knot
i would be king of the world
if it was my love you sought

insomnia and hazy skies bloodshot her eyes
sirens of collective fears ring in her ears
the rot of unkempt boroughs stings her nose
graffiti called art is plastered on her heart
tears and slave chains drag through her veins
homelessness and mangy mutt fill her bloated gut
but her clothes finest sold and her crown solid gold