If there's one thing from cemeteries I've learned
It's to forget green hair, forget the urns
When I'm crumbling, I think it'd be best
If you drew diamond hearts on my chest
And then, should you need to lay me to rest
If you lovingly buried me in canvas.
Honey, bring Chronos' mirror to my side
On that beautiful, streak-breaking night
I'll cry, "Good lord, it's an utter mess!
I left no love for myself...
I gave it to all to somebodies else-
Don't blame me! My babies held me ransom!"
And let my voice live on, tattooed on trees that died with me
We call it "solidarity"
And give them pictures of my eyes that'll see much more than I've seen before
Left my shoes at the doctor's door
Take my scripts- finish them, you'll know how
Then come see me in that dead forest;
Taking my stiff final bows-
I'll have no encores left, by now-
And I'll sparkle heartbeats, ceaseless
Until the next brightest diamond comes.
