Canary in a Mine

Death's a sad bone; bruised, you'd say And yet she waits for me, year after year To so delicately undo an old wound To empty my breath from its bad prison The phone off the hook And the love whatever it was, an infection Like a canary in a mine If I start singing death I hope you're carrying a nine Eight years deep said I'd marry her in nine Kings Queen blowing cloud rings staring at the sky Sub-Zero temperatures still tearing out my spine Stars above us hover in a paramount design This is cinema, my piss and vinegar makes living difficult We kiss the stitches shut until it parallels the mind Constellations look like pointillism poignant pen places poison in 'em Dropping gems like an oyster center Got a koi fish in him swimming where the noise is hidden Now I can't avoid the venom, love-torn from the Joy Division Increase the dosage 'til peaks that I reach are closer And heavens still seem below us this medicine eats its own My memories each alone, vermillion dreams recurring I'm sketching it with a rose, you left it beneath my bones My speech is blurring it's reoccurring I need to learn to play my part We're made of carbon that means if it breathes it burns Seasons turn to frost-bitten August went into freezing first Beast of burden walks in a tarpit until he sinks in dirt, awkward I'm dancing with two left feet to a eulogy One day I hope my passion turns my ashes into jewelry Ruining all I touch when the blood-covered the jubilee Maneuvered through the cruelty, beautiful's what you grew to be Death is there But she said, "the world's gonna die" "You know the world, the earth, it's gonna be over" I said, "I never lied to you" Death isn't a question I'm taking it like a lesson I etched into in my skeleton case in I forget the message A vestige of bad intentions, no heaven won't make it better Those devils don't take a breather, they stay and assess wreckage With that Hara-Kiri nearing I'm peering across the ocean My periodic devotions grow teary-eyed from the poems So weary I've been unfocused I'm hearing cries from my close ones A myriad of emotions I'm mirror-like in my opus Let the breath get in I'm present more precious than any gem is Sentimental mental's heavy no respite from leaded headaches Here they come, nobody hears me I'm clear you see through the charades Never let go of the echoes but savor the time I'm blessed with Even then I have nothing against life I know well the grass blades you mention The furniture you have placed under the sun But suicides have a special language Like carpenters they want to know which tools They never ask why build That, all by itself, becomes a passion