I guess you were dissaponted after all
Typical
Dissapointed in your own morbid fantasy
The lackluster way
Soil was shoveled down onto your cold body
You woke (?)
And choking on a mouthful of dirt said'
"where is my sunset?
I want the sky
I want to warn the sky
I want to wash the sky
with turpentine"
Dream or no dream?
Too much pop culture rusts your eyes
The person who told me that
was the same prizfighter poet
Who spat cliche duds hoping they might be explosives
"whatever dirty secret you hold closest to your heartbeat,
Doesn't actually exist"
He said before digging a knife and fork into the steak on his plate
I would suggest BAD medicine
To lure what ails you into the open
Where you can sermonize it into a coma
Don't forget your machete and pith helmet
HA HA HA HA HA
The laughter stops
Machines leave no echoes
Echoes
Echoes
Look, I'll just clap you on the back real friendly-like
And say something smart
That'll fix you
And we're done here
I bet your feeling better already
No need to thank me