That lethal anguish, now part your feeble being
Shining, as it cascades through your soul
Running through your purple veins, it turned you cold
Let it punch in some more bloody holes
Don’t worry darling, be bold
You are a freaking constellation
Lighting up the world must be your goal.
The carcass of a body, you call home
Your little holding cell; your personal hell.
That pretty little façade you play called smile
The cracks on the corners of your lips, another story to tell
Don’t worry darling, it would only last for a little while
You are made up of atoms,
Your fireworks will burn up the place in style.
Those yellow pages, those ink-stained letters
Falling outside your little pink pockets
That feeling when a dream shatters
That moment when you almost died
Don’t worry darling, you shouldn’t listen to their chatter
You will become a brilliant epitaph
When it will be sung by poets, it will finally matter.
