Trinkets in her hair

With sinister repose
the voices all have stopped
chanting, wanting,
to come out and expose

Her feelings
they make her crazy.
Because she opt's to love
the one who pushes daisy's

It's ok though
it's all been taken care of
by the wheeling and dealing
of her peers

Of ideas and emotions
that she should feel.
Compilations of memories
erased to keep her heels

Grounded in a pasture
by the green hills
where she can show off
her new skin

But I know who it is
what it is
and how much it is
and though I love you

I'm not willing to pay
the price of my sanity
in order to spend
blissful mornings in mourning

Due to your leopard pillbox head
with your loose moments
and tight ends
it's no surprise your lips carry death.

Distress is all the same
when it's you who carries my name
lips parted and embalmed
the bodies make amends

The soul though,
it's dead
and the love,
past it's expiration date.