Psychedelic Dreams

I want to die, I want to die, I want to die.
I want to die for the deeds undone and the words unsaid.
My body is not worth its humus in the ground
The alley cat, the homeless man torment me
Grieving faces on the papers accuse me
My fatal futility fills me with dread
The soul screams but it makes no sound
Surrounded by people who talk their lives away
Oblivious to tears of snow in May.
The heart bled at what it should have merely wept
I want to die, I want to die, I want to die.

I have to die, I have to die, I have to die.
I have to die for the part I played, the debts unpaid
In my little cruelties and unkindness I drown.
If my parents were dead I will feel no sorrow
Nor if my country were to expire tomorrow.
with every moment my body deteroriates
In wakeless sleep I am living decay
I no longer care for the price of duty,
a crime for which they have to shoot me
I have judged and been judged and we are all in the red
I have to die, I have to die, I have to die.

I will not die, I will not die, I will not die.
I will not die for I will return from where I'm laid,
My guts consumed, I become earth's sister shade
But my passion peripatetic, perambulates
And my songs will penetrate the sky
as my thoughts exhale on a stranger's sigh
In every whisper I will taunt death
my reincarnation in Caesar's breath
Someday someone will seek those dreams
Somehow I will be heard, somewhere I will be read
I will not die, I will not die, I will not die.
I write the wor(l)d