I can't go on like this

The skies are eviscerated

But I lie beneath them

Cut open, all the same

Writhing intact

Dying without tact

There is little poetry

To this strange demise

I cannot contain the light

I flow without rhyme

Or reason

Whatever this funeral is

Let it be over

I find my memories like waves

Crashing ashore

I want to be tossed in

And abandon this vessel

Let me perish 'neath torn clouds

I deserve a storm

In place of this fucking organ