As I lay me dying,
See how all the children play
In the flaming streets of a winter day
Without taking heed to what I say.

As I lay me dying,
Catch a pigeon's flight to blend
In the toxic clouds of violence
That steal away all her innocence.

As I lay me dying,
Listen to the mournful cry
Of guns and bullets in lullaby
As they dance to both the truth and lie.

As I lay me dying,
Laugh at all the foolish hounds
In armored suits and heavy bounds
As they kneel before an ungodly crown.

As I lay me dying,
Witness how the world intends
To end her days in great amends
And awake the curse to last the ends.

As I lay me dying,
Watch with me in this graze of grey
While the sun dries my flesh in decay
As the sea of tears drowns its bloodstained rays.

As I lay me dying,
Join me as I breathe my last
For the darkest future and regretful past
And the wrecked present that my greed has cast.

I run through dialogues
in my mind
as a way to communicate
with someone,
though imaginary as they may be,
my thoughts and feelings
on subjects, of which
I am lost.

"I have no other means,
no friends,
no families,
of which I may defenestrate
these ideas
through the windows of my soul."

"These fires have started
and started to spread
and started to burn my sanity's thread.
My sweater has come off again.
Lying naked in conflagration,
When will I be saved?
When my savior comes,
Sweater undone,
How should I behave?"

I talk to this nobody,
this fool on the hill,
and smile alone
in my empty home.

Look closely
and find-
sugar and spite
and everything *trite.