It is very true

Part of my skeleton is stained black and blue

A decline in health

Irreconciliable differences with myself

A flock of crows circling my head

They used to come and go

Now they shriek, "Dead dead dead..."

Come apart at the seams

Come part the seas

Come party with me in a deathbed left for dead

You don't think about the future when you are this fucked in the head