I’d love nothing more than if you brought me flowers, if you come by
10,000 degree bouquet may return me to the dirt
Was Mr. Niceguy, now I feel like a fucking Viceroy
From Ashes to ashen precious Midas petals inert

Got grass growin’ in my skull: body turns to worms for bird’s feasts
It’s Hard to swallow when Hollows enter through your throat
In drop drachmas: lake begins to sink then swells and crowns erupting Ruby
Lately, I wallow in my sorrow ’cause I cannot cope

Yeah, I was the wave, but now I feel the tide pullin’ back
Existence exhausts, leeches star stuff from my soul
From depression to profession, it happens so fast
Mayhaps I’ll evaporate, trickle down and rust the Bell’s toll

Wait a fucking minute I’ve got more to say
Poetically penning The Plague until my dying day

Used to be a flock of us, but now the flocks depletin’
Upon horizon’s fleece, Wolves dawning woolen red hoods be riding
Death keeps cheating on my life, but on my soul, it’s feedin’
Rose water to cherry wine: Wiz the Reaper wields flirtatious lightning.

Few silver tongues can slow their charge into Eden’s valley: Nazgul four
Immortal plaguesome horsemen: Untamed demons from Depths pit
A battlefield oath of parasitic persistence, to Time, these fucks swore
I thank excalibur in hand for daily breath; pray by breathing through blunt hits

At least they reduce reuse recycle: cosmic punks doing their part
As I, seismic spec and garden poet, root my Aries moon art