Unveiling The Corpse

Oh my; what do we have here?

I accept life for what it is

But the diamonds are sure pasty...

Laugh out loud if you dare,

For my soul is bleak

Don't you wish you were me?

Take away these bloody diamonds, please

I don't need these luxuries anyway

Who dares to shoot with a shotgun

That is only made of rose petals?

Oh rosy daisies, don't shoot my eyes

For I need to see my tragic life;

Oh the pressures of production

For the camera is on all our lives,

Are we destined to be a soap opera off the air?

For I am clearly in distress...

For depression is so fabulous

She wears a floral dress

And dances on the ceiling

With her depressed shadows,

There is a house on a hill

That is totally corrupt--

For it is also made of roses, and curious blood;

For I am on the edge of the tunnel

Seeping into the abyss of my depression

And my skin is melting, as my bones appear

I have no eyes to see;

And my head is bald

And my teeth are rotting

And my desire for sex is livid,

Oh what a weird concept...

I'd rather die in the sea

Where my mind is free to float free

And my body is a breathless bird

Aching for a tree,

And lovely; lovely is a bird out of water

I wish life were that free

For I absolutely love a breathless story

For breathless kisses have no heart;

Do you see my body in lifeless activity?

The most shocking controversy

That ever lived...

Who moves their lifeless body

When they have no tears?

Such trauma stems out of the ground

And my limbs are lifeless

And my soul has left my body

I am permanently defeated--

Is depression an art

Or is it a love language?

For I speak depression all of the time

There are no excuses, bloody diamonds

For my beauty is not for sale

Alas; alas

My heart is made of silver glass

And when it breaks

It is lifeless..........crash.

Behold the stars that cover my body

After unveiling the corpse.