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The picture of death
The fog starts Monday
The rain starts Tuesday
Ive been living to tell this tail
but the tail hasnt been living
the music never died,I saw it
fade away in the background,to rap
some people call it a gift
but I discreminate love
and put it in a letter 'n mail hate to Doves
I made a wish to testify patrioctic symbols
with red in the back with a upsidedown why in the middle
but thats the question Iv asked with a kettle
next to my brain running insane
down the stream to sparkling water glittering
I need a cerial killer will be my molestical frriend
hearing rocks skip over the green rover
never gave me chances to describe how it feels
to be wishing that you wont have to again
Disguntedly I walk with a picture in my mind
showing red over the top striped with white vines
that represents a man holding a women
with a knife vertivally adjecent to his neck
saying this is the day I lost my wish
Ive been walking this plank for 70 years
but the plank has only been here for 1 day
because that is the day I got down in history
with the name Benedick Arnold next to me
I may live forever but I doubt it
I starve and wake attracting light from lakes
to burst open smiles on a pad of great
soothing noises that gives you choices
to peer presures others or presure peers to die
that meerly strengthens the widthj of my hate
for my age ive died 9 times 'n lived 38
I stabbed myself in my neck with the fantastic yelp
I lay on the ground 'n interpretly buried myself
then I woke up in a hospital bed
with a picture in my mind wishing to be dead
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