I've always hated these long good-bye poems
If I saw the face of death, it's cause I kissed her with my eyes open
Lipstick on my closed funeral casket
Asking "what for" like a roman numeral math quiz
It's enigmatic, the way a soul can hang-glide
In a world of diamonds but remain a pearl like Shanghai
I aim jewels at the heads of angels
To examine when the gold in their halos became Fool's
They played pool with my options for eternity
But missed the cue and chose purgatory out courtesy
I was seduced to slumber by Serendipity's lips
And tied to a swan feather like a rotisserie spit
Heaven's on earth and I'm glad that I caught a glimpse
Before they lured me to a sea of slaughtered men with water nymphs
And it's torturing to think it's like this where the light ends
Reminds me of America the way it's run by white men

I'm tiptoeing this tempered katana edge
When I take the time to wonder what's under the monster's bed
These perverts play with feelings while they work nerves
And a piece of me is murdered every time I say a curse word?
Their land of milk and honey doesn't seem fake
Cause they know you couldn't paint it in your wildest dream-scape
But on the other side, we can hear our mother's cry
And linger on the muffled highs of their final lullabies
Your soul is scented by a potpourri of lotus leaves
They float the breeze and grow beneath the rosewood trees
It's poetry, no, it's closer to a finger painting
From the simpler days when everything
Was crayon-wax and pencil shavings
I'm integrating 8 millimeter memories
With letters in lipstick that ended with "Remember Me"
Blanketed in purity, security's tight wrap
If this is forever, fuck that, I want my life back

If I was death, if I was life, if was pain, if I was strife
If I was man, if I was god, would you walk toward the light?