Nov 23, 2022
Caught in my head
I thought about you and my death
I want you out now
I carved a line
Can’t cut around to clean up my mess
I spill my body to canonize you
No worth in feeling it anymore
Slow drip of anodyne in the convent
A heavy crown
A crippled face
And I forget it
I thought about you and my death
Lowered into a hole
The view from below
Rain showers of marigold
Fade to black
God, I'd confide in anyone
Is there anyone at all?
Well either way
There is no lining
No idol
No miracle coming now
(Hallelujah)
A color faintly sways in the dark
I spilled my body to canonize you
No worth it feeling it anymore
Slow drip of anodyne in the convent
