Old Violet 

I mourn for you 

Wither we all do 

They were so impressed 

You rode the wave 

In your wedding dress 



No sympathy arrows 

For yesterday's news 

By scraping the barrel 

The only life she ever knew 

Is wasting away 

She bled to the page 

"I'm on my own here" 



Scripture 

Snaking down her naked eye 

She won't believe 

In a single line 

So she paints a lie 

The dye applied 

Every other cry 



Her lovers abandoned 

to dandelion sprees 

With no one to stand in 

She'll build a wall and plugs the holes 

That threaten to leak 

The hinges may creak 

But still she'll close down 



Or she'll show her aroma 

And face her physique 

A Chestnut Diploma 

For the all the exhibitionists on Fade Away street 

In reaching the peak 

No need to peak down 

You'll have time enough to kill in the ground