Your poetry describing me

It doesn't come close

You work the handle

You smear and turn

But you come no closer to meaning

It's your vanity

That's obvious

It embarrasses

Those that adore you

But who's gonna talk

Oh how it'll hurt

You were always unstable

But you've gotten worse

You looked into mirrors

Where death was at work

Of that you were certain

But it was all surface

And surface is numb

Something to wake ups

From cultural slumbers

You f**king sleepwalkers

Go on and sleep

Go on and sleep

This is tomorrow

The underglimmering

And everything that dies

The underglimmering

Something to wake ups

From cultural slumbers

You f**king sleepwalkers

Go on and sleep

Something to wake ups

From cultural slumbers

You f**king sleepwalkers

Go on and sleep

And you hang behind me

On the ladder of my spine