Analyze my poems
Let death have a seat in the rocking chair
While I prepare my last testament
Bury me in a shallow grave by the tunnel's sidewalk
Where I have a chance to feel her footsteps passing by
And plant her an oak tree for shade
So she can read my poems for her back to me
Color my headstone royal purple
Wrap me in canvas as my farewell suit
Seasoned with glittered dirt
Analyze the sprinkled dots lettered l-a-l-y
Granting my poems antiquity
Weaved within it the stories of my birth
Love defeat and death
Ornaments in the passing autumn wind
Sweeping our regrets to freeze in winter
Castling them for exhaled breaths of the living
In the currents of spring
Splash the spotlights on me
Release them it's now summertime
Sing slow songs for a sloth mind
For the slow denials to catch on
I have some unsolved thoughts left
I found out that the after-effect was satans charm
in the wake of her passing image
A fake light in a makeshift tunnel
A dark foe disguised as a mind talker
Spinning the demented thoughts in me
A displaced zone drifter from new york
I should've been in California
Scavengers in the aftermath
Looting my prized memories
Leaving me with the dredges
Analyze what I have left
Death wishes are to be honored
There is a core of emotions
It's bound to be found
In the traces of her voice
Reading my poems over my grave back to me