Anguish nevermore,
Crows the raven
To no longer cast
       My shadow
With ever peaceful
       Gold silence.
This is the goodbye
Of a maggot
And when you come to
       Question me
This is the only thing
       You will need.
Just a few more days
And no one will have to ask
Why I gave away
To a neon nautilus.
Today, I’ll scratch myself.
Turn my blood into brass.
For if I turn up my wrists,
I know it wouldn’t last.
So, lower yourself to me,
The nails dug in your back,
And let me kiss the cord
Of my neon nautilus.
Torment absentee
With my love
To relinquish my
       Battered lease
And leave no more
       Tracks of lead.
This is the goodbye
Of a maggot
And when you come to
       Question me
This is the only thing
       You will need.
My fingers trace up your spine
And loiter on your neck.
Then start a soft decline
To feel your binding hands.
I feel you growing warm
Everytime you say my name
And open my mouth lightly
To whisper a calm restraint.
Just a few more days
And no one will have to ask
Why I gave away
To a neon nautilus.
Today, I’ll scratch myself.
Turn my blood into brass.
For if I turn up my wrists,
I know it wouldn’t last.
So, lower yourself to me,
The nails dug in your back,
And let me kiss the cord
Of my neon nautilus.
This is my goodbye
A tragedy inside.
And when you come to question
It asks you just to listen.
The riddles and the rhymes,
Reflections of the times
And if you were so open,
You’d hear the children cry.