I've always hated these long good-bye poems If I saw the face of death, it's cause I kissed her with my eyes open Lipstick on my closed funeral casket Asking "what for" like a roman numeral math quiz It's enigmatic, the way a soul can hang-glide In a world of diamonds but remain a pearl like Shanghai I aim jewels at the heads of angels To examine when the gold in their halos became Fool's They played pool with my options for eternity But missed the cue and chose purgatory out courtesy I was seduced to slumber by Serendipity's lips And tied to a swan feather like a rotisserie spit Heaven's on earth and I'm glad that I caught a glimpse Before they lured me to a sea of slaughtered men with water nymphs And it's torturing to think it's like this where the light ends Reminds me of America the way it's run by white men I'm tiptoeing this tempered katana edge When I take the time to wonder what's under the monster's bed These perverts play with feelings while they work nerves And a piece of me is murdered every time I say a curse word? Their land of milk and honey doesn't seem fake Cause they know you couldn't paint it in your wildest dream-scape But on the other side, we can hear our mother's cry And linger on the muffled highs of their final lullabies Your soul is scented by a potpourri of lotus leaves They float the breeze and grow beneath the rosewood trees It's poetry, no, it's closer to a finger painting From the simpler days when everything Was crayon-wax and pencil shavings I'm integrating 8 millimeter memories With letters in lipstick that ended with "Remember Me" Blanketed in purity, security's tight wrap If this is forever, fuck that, I want my life back
If I was death, if I was life, if was pain, if I was strife If I was man, if I was god, would you walk toward the light?