So he said;
I'm deleting myself from people.
I'm emptying my body of this life
it's been carrying about.
The weight's become too much to bear.
I just want you to know I'm drawing
my curtains & lowering the music.
I'll not be coming to the door.
I'll not be coming to the phone.
You'll not find me at the altar
baring my soul to God.
No, I'll be smoking my blunt,
bidding my time, waiting for this flesh
to slough off. Don't ask me why?
Have I not carried this life with you?
Don't say don't go. What sweetness
is here that I've not tasted?