Guess I don't use paper no more
'Cause when it came time for my suicide note
I had to use a torn up grocery bag
But it fits a life spent up on the shelf
Came from out of the closet
Got swept under the rug
Ain't no fiction easy swallow so they cut this show off
Now I twist and turn and spin and shake
Mesmerizing black trails in a voring storm
Mangled pelt rolls along
Pick up dirt, glass, shit, hate, gravel and rocks
Show me how bad I'm wrong
Though the expanse it has no perspective
Scruffed to the top
Not as wide at the base
Then they say I gotta jump
Back out, toes on the ledge
Sputters of honest perplexment
Score wheeze-bleed on the ground
In time the hurt kills the pain and the truth gets revealed
Decades of staring down walls
Clawing sand, getting trepanned in Japan
Have brought me here to the grandest hour
Conjure a super witch
Grab my broom and make a break for the stars
Where I'll have no perspective
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