Terrible dreams I've never seen Asleep in the garden It's not a sad thing My eyes are still Slowly sinking I strain to care Bored of thinking Brush the teeth of a swaddled corpse Envy his leisure Hemorrhage in pleasure Why paint the rags for public display? The crowd moves on but the colors stay Mummified Eternal sleep Outlive gods Souls to keep Mummified Chambered breath Satisfied Alive in d**h Rotting in bliss No lovers to miss Memory vacuum Jackal's kiss Happy with nothing And no more touching Heaven's polluted and hell is freezing Practice makes perfect and hardens the mold I'll still be laughing when you're growing old