Suicidal Ideation

I'm only happy when I sleep because I want things when I'm awake
I want death and if I can't have it I want a body my sex appreciates
I am Sisyphus if Sisyphus lived inside his stone
If Sisyphus were venus and his stone was Minos

Lullabies are a soft goodbye to the world that I'm used to
A snowy emancipation of my sweet dames Debut
A mountain top of a flowery frock on which my comfort depends
A pencil skirt and maternal hurt on which my despondency comes to an end

My disorder is an ivy
It wraps around my head
An embrace providing fake succour
A pugnacious Stockholm driven friend

28 angels watch over me
Painted black white pink and blue
A storm ran over Thailand today
Maybe Amsterdam too

Lullabies are a soft goodbye to the world that I'm used to
A snowy emancipation of my sweet dames Debut
A mountain top of a flowery frock on which my comfort depends
A pencil skirt and maternal hurt on which my despondency comes to an end

I miss the feeling of how it felt before
Before my confident bohemia was an aesthetic bore
I miss my friends I miss my robustness
I miss when life wasn't such a chore

Lullabies are a soft goodbye to the world that I'm used to
A snowy emancipation of my sweet dames Debut
A mountain top of a flowery frock on which my comfort depends
A pencil skirt and maternal hurt on which my despondency comes to an end