With all my desperate symmetry, | |
With all my white lights, and straight lines | |
My skin will still sag at the end of my life | |
Death pirouettes through the flicker of the wick | |
And makes you sick | |
Once interred, in turn to turn to bone | |
Fate unseen, kiss the stone | |
You hope that where you are, that you're not alone | |
Then I awoke | |
To coil and shiver | |
Like eel out of river | |
Like the grave was my own | |
Oh frailty | |
What worse fates could you possibly show me |