Eulogy to Your Past (Ballad)

Congrats if you wish you were dead,
Easier done than said,

Stab one with rocks,
Just make sure you bled.

Live your life a story,
Cradle your way to sleep,

With nightmares of that distant infinity,
Fished between that certain eternity.

Crumble up a shrine,
Will you still worship yourself?

Is that not the point of your death,
Finally fulfilling the narcissistic capacity.

It is your story after all,
To twist and to turn it,

It’s purely your call.
So let yourself be the king,

Be everything you were not,
Everything you never were.

It’s your story,
So start?

Once here died,
The king who killed,

His love is kingdom,
All things you name,

He had lost them for fame.
Your throne,

Do you remember?
The one you claimed

To be made of sugar,
In the vanity and your hoarse.

Still, they would say,
Your grace if you may.

They made your statue,
As you stood by it,

Did you wish for this to last?
Or that miserable past?

Make your story,
A new part perhaps?

Over the bridge
Where you ran laps.

Talk about that day,
That you never had

The one where you chased the tale
Ran around it in circles

The dog that never existed?
Do you remember how it bit you once?

Grinding its never teeth,
In your flesh that bled?

The one particular piece you cut?
Now for part three

Oh, what do you now want to be?
Seems like I just know the place where you will cave

How about you for once be your slave?
Imagine your shack

The one you littered with
Just enough rage?

Wait no, not rage
This is your story

Not make yourself so petty?
But you know what?

Congrats if you wish you were dead,
Easier done than said,

Stab one with rocks,
Just make sure you bled.