Canary In A Mine

[Sample]
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

[Verse 1]
Like a canary in a mine
If I start singing death I hope you’re carrying a 9
8 years deep said I’d marry her in 9
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 yeah
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 yeah
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, the blood-covered the jubilee
Maneuvered through the cruelty, beautiful's what you grew to be

[Sample]
Death is there, but she said the world's gonna die
You know the world, the Earth, it's gonna be over
But I said well I never lied to you

[Verse 2]
Death isn’t a question I’m taking it like a lesson
I etched into in my skeleton in case 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

[Sample]
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