again
eons
with the strange words

and again
eons
with the strange times

and again
eons
with the strange dreams

and again
eons
with the strange words

and how i wish
i could shove
these words
into your ear and
force you
to believe the
truth

i can’t
believe
you don’t believe me
when i’m such
a lying
sleuth

and though i’m done
with life
upon this earth
let us
return
to mars

and we’ll bleed
upon
the settled dust
the red
so bright
upon red

i tried not to
feel these feels
but i can’t be fucked to try
i’ve already
admitted to myself
these things
why can’t you
admit them
aloud

just like
i said
it is
a call
for help

it is
i know it
and no one
will answer
so why can’t
you just
accept it

i need help
and you are here for me
if only you would
listen

and when i’m dead
don’t
abridge my words
and don’t
abridge
the truth

don’t
sugar coat
the details
let them know
the entire
truth

and keep
or sell
all of my things
no matter
big
or small

i don’t want them to make
cheese trays
out of my records
when i’m gone.