Handbook for the Recently Deceased

Out! Shut the door, take your papers and knapsack.
Justify the act of pushing back the one you said lost track
Of mind and time, my own sublime.
How could I even lack?
The tick tock clock clucks twelve.
I think it's time you'd pack.
So love really goes where money grows?
Just one more toll through the rabbit hole.
What's next? The exes always cheat me.
Have fun, play dumb, and then delete me.
I know it's hard for you to feel pain,
So long as some chum can seep a silk stain.
All I wanted was you to see through the rough patch.
Detach, dispatch, we're just a mismatch.
Time to boil and brew up a troubled batch of chakra souls.
Call and crawl again, maybe we're not eternal.
Well my heart's bent on holding on but,
Time's cut! Drink up!
Tell me there's no one else.
Melting down our bookshelves.
Go look for your next host body baby.
Forcing sketches in my roaring
Mind my mind's eye.
I'll make you wish you'd never done me shady.
Paint it, call it faded, tainted with deja vu.
No, the edges stay forever etched wrong.
These blotched cold colors could never belong.
Stained brain, so plain. What feels unreal? The entertained.
Can't handle when i feel disdain.
Pity plaint, pelt the paints. There goes my future down the drain.
I only feel high and aspired with my little married Jane.
So tell me while I waste away in front of my computer
That what I'm doing now can fix or flop my future.
Cherchez la femme who owns the love that I've locked in.
Sometimes it's so hard to get so far, scratching scars
'Cause I'm always left in space to suspend.
Spend most my time worried I'm not a mastermind.
Dreaming is all that I have left,
but I guess I won't find out till I push to transcend.
Quick, sip the tea, take a seat and we'll show you;
Life and death, your prophecy, and hullabaloo up some voodoo.
As the television slips, slimes, and sets underneath me;
I check my pulse while my brain
convulses just to see if I'm breathing.